Carry Me
Infatuation and attraction met,
Nights turned to days, and lies to truth.
Over the water, and under the bridge,
Down the stairs, and behind the booth.
Through the gaze of jealous eyes,
The warnings came in thick and fast.
Do this, don't do that, do as I say,
I know what's best for you, it won't last
Take no heed of the calls they make,
For this we feel, they'll never taste.
Your hand in mine, mind upon roads ahead,
Hearts combined and past lain to waste.
A tempest blows toward the sea,
The trees heave beneath the weight.
Hair once wild tamed by driving rain,
Fires of our future now dissipate.
The clouds upon which we once walked,
Talking of seeds that we'd soon plant.
Broken by the sunshine of life's reality,
Casting shadow, highlighting what we can't.
Mountains have tumbled into the dust,
Cliffs to beware now far above.
What was solid now taken wing on wind,
Broken and bruised lay our shattered love.
The memories I have of what hope had told,
Twisted and lost in a frightening dream.
You never said you could or would, or want,
For I have fallen, and you can't carry me.
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This speaks to me of a youthful enfatuation turned to synergy and being eroded over a period of harsh reality. The concept of carrying reminds me of people, and parts of myself, that don’t feel complete unless they are in that kind of relationship. What they need from it is not always a part of a healthy relationship and the lengths they will go, the steps they will skip to get there make for a house of cards. If not just for the structure itself, then definitely for the harsh reality that will batter it over time.
Also makes me grateful for mine having stood the test of time thus far.
Were you lucky, or are you both loving? I was not so fortunate, although I was married for 27 years. I don't see the marriage as having failed, though. We worked together very very well for a long time, until we didn't. There seemed no way to come back from that cliff. To the sides of us were many directions to go that we hadn't seen while striving to stay in a marriage.
I think for us it was a question of dedication....as it must be in all marriages that last. Never once did I consider the possibility of divorcing because that wasn't an option. Any I impulse was thoughtfully met with a WE response and I suppose I am lucky to have found someone who reciprocates that.
A 27 year marriage is the farthest thing away from a failure. Sounds like a resounding success with a mature decision made to progress that will benefit both parties. Not quite at 27 years here so that gives me a start! A good reminder to do a little more for US right now!
I don't think it was experienced that way by both of us, but for both of us it turned out to have been true. Managing chronic medical conditions in two of the five of us may have caused the death of the marriage. It becomes very stressful when one or more of the family is chronically sick in any way, and for many families this is the case. Especially when the illnesses have psycho emotional aspects. It becomes very difficult to communicate. I'm thinking out loud here.
Oh for sure. I hate to hear that for you.
Sometimes, managing life and tackling the toughest of challenges for so long, we can lose track of who we are and what the relationship actually is. DEFINITELY not a failure and brings more parts of the original poem into a new light for me.
Needy people can often form vampiric relationships, feeding off the other (sometimes each other) until what was there is just a shell of what once was.
The longer it lasts, the more likely it will continue to.
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That's why one should always be careful when trying to contrive a marital relationship. Your beloved might turn out not to be the person you once knew. And that's why lasting relationships are rarely built on just infatuation and attraction, it always goes deeper than that.
A thoughtful and nice poem. Thanks for sharing
Learning to love each other over time, rather than the passion of the moment.
Good point. It may start with a superficial attraction but so many people dive right into a deeper relationship out of need and rush it. Horny dumbasses should not jump to marriage! ;)
Been a while since you shared a poem I feel like. Very nice!
Yeah, I haven't written any in a long time. Figured I should mix it up a bit.
I think the imagery of storms and broken dreams reflects how fast hope can disappear when reality hits...
From hero to zero overnight.
Troo. I like how the mountains can crumble but then that leaves you seeing the looming cliffs of beware.
or the rich valley of opportunities you couldn't see before. I prefer seeing opportunities to cliffs of doom. Disruption can bring such relief! Let go, let them, let yourself.
well, maybe i can, maybe i can't carry u.. how much u weight?
but can u carry someone who doesn't want to be carried? i guess so..
Too much most probably - unless you haven't skipped leg day.
The second stanza stood out to me. Those outside voices warnings, control, opinions sometimes they come from a place of care, but they can also expose cracks that people inside the relationship are trying hard not to see. And when you ignore them, it doesn’t mean they disappoint they just wait.
I just last night started a really good book, The Names, by Florence Knapp. In it, she writes different scenarios of how a mother's life might have played out had she chosen each of three different names for her second child. This morning, I wake to a poem that speaks of our not being able to know what an early infatuation, and a choice, might lead to. We learn a very narrow band of what is considered normal behavior, and expect our lives to stay within that band. But so very often, we find ourselves well outside of it.
I love this line, which says it all for me:
The rhyme is well done here. It's unnoticeable, in the background, not forced in anyway that would draw attention. I also find the near rhyme in the last stanza meaningful in that it mirrors the dissipated love.
The entire romance feels fated, both coming together and the tempest that shows up and takes them apart. The lovers feel powerless in this poem, except that they were able to decide that they would talk about the future.
I like the inversion of the clouds clearing after the storm and the sun coming out. Normally this would be a positive, but you've turned it on its head. Perfectly executed as this is when the relationship is turned on its head too.
I can relate to the realization that (in my case she) "never said ... could or would, or want" and can't be blamed, but still it's over because of that.
There's a lot here. Nicely done.
Dark and honest
Heartfelt truth