Photo by Sabra Bowers
pack your bags
ask why
dig out the root-cause
make a plan to heal
by mending in time
you’ll miss the cat’s growl
you may sleep in rows
with bursts of shivering
but you won’t visit heaven, yet
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Writing for the Sunday Whirl, again. The words this week are root, plan, pack, heaven, growl, heal, burst, rows, shivering, mending, why, time. Also sharing with open link night at dVerse~Poets Pub.
Later, Miss Slater 
This is very moving and poignant.
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Thank you for leaving me a comment, Robin. It was poignant to write, but the words called to be organized in this way.
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i like the empowering nature of the poem
the dig out the root-cause
and while you may avoid heaven now,
hopefully we get there.
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Thank you, Brian. Yes, hopefully we will get there.
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finding the root-cause is important… and then the taking steps toward healing… love the hope there in the end
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Thank you, Claudia. There is always hope, we hope.
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No..there is always time and opportunity before that…and what a lovely thing to come home to! Good to see you again
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Thank you, Jae Rose. Good to be writing with The Whirl this weekend and to visit your poem, too.
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Sounds like a bit of recovery is ahead. Best wishes.
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Thank you, Laurie.
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Nice connections….cat’s growl and mending….
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Thanks, Annell.
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short bursts of feeling, moving toward healing – really liked this – and missing the cats growl made me smile – K
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Glad you enjoyed it. Some cats do growl. 🙂 Thanks for leaving me a comment.
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time to heal is important…even if it takes you away from a growling friend. very nice write.
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Thank you! Yes, time to heal is essential.
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Digging out the root cause can be a life-time of work, but one that is well worth the effort, especially if you have a warm friend waiting for you,
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth, you are correct that getting to a root-cause could take a life-time. Thanks for leaving me a comment.
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So wise.
Sometimes we do need to pack our bags of yesterday…
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna. Bags of yesterday…I love this phrase of yours…so wise.
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like the different shades playing here….missing the cats growl is sweet-bitter…lets hope for the best…
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Thank you, Sumana. Thanks for leaving a comment.
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I like the encouraging tone in your poem, Sabra, the necessity to take the time to heal. So very true!
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Thank you, Gabriella. Healing does take time.
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a root-cause so important to find.. and we cannot give up—just yet.. this is wonderful
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Thank you, Bjorn. Nope, it isn’t time to give up, just yet.
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I have images from this of leaving a hard or abusive relationship for a shelter.The subtleties of your lines and wording almost disguise what is really being said here. Too many lie to themselves, holding onto false promises until too late. Leaving is brave, courageous, and always the better choice.
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Thank you for leaving me a comment, Ginny. You are correct about leaving being the better choice in an abusive relationship. Thankfully, this poem isn’t about me.
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This poem is layered, Sabra, and sad. Nice to see your work again.
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Thank you, Imelda. Nice to see you here.
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This is a great piece and so true.
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Thank you, Belva. It is great to see you here.
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something we have to leave in order to investigate what life has prepared next for us…
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Thanks for visiting, humbird. Yes, sometimes we do.
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My first thoughts were “That’s telling him!” It was a beautifully concise picture.
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Thank you, Oldegg. I always appreciate your comments.
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I really like “make a plan to heal by mending time.”
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Thank you, Colleen. I appreciate your visit.
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I like the ending here… no, the narrator won’t die (though when she does, she’ll head to heaven)…
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Thanks, Nan. I like your conclusion about the narrator.
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Poignant write, Sabra. Sorry for the late visit. I leave the house on Sundays now. I cannot bear being here on that particular day alone. Thanks for your supportive comment. I am hanging in there, today was a busy day, which is good for me.
Pamela
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You aren’t late, you are right on time. Love to get comments once the flurry dies down. There is something about Sundays that brings out our longings. After my husband died, Sunday was the day I felt my loss the most. I stayed too busy for years. Just this past year I began to settle into really liking being alone. Glad today was better for you. Stay busy and do what you need to do to take care of yourself. You have my positive thoughts and well wishes, always.
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Yes, Sundays are easier to handle out of the house. I go with a couple of friends, we sit and eat and talk, while their husbands play soccer. It works for me.
I had no idea, you were a widowed as well. Such a strange word “widow”. I am not accustomed to being alone, so that is going to be the most difficult journey for me. Thanks for your positive thoughts.
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Pam, yes, 7 years this past January. Widow is a strange word. It doesn’t fit, somehow. Please reach out to me, if you want. I have been were you are. I understand.
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I am so sorry for your loss, Sabra. And thank you for the offer. You may be hearing from me soon. At times it is almost unbearable.
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I will be here. 🙂 You will make it through to a better time, one day at a time.
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Agree with much previously said–healing does seem to take a life-time. And I feel a new poem coming–about packing bags of yesterday…. I’m sorry for the loss of your husband, and that widow is a difficult word; I can assure you that being a divorcee has less honor, regardless of the circumstances.
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Dell, thank you for your visit and thoughtful comment. Glad it brought a new poem to you. Thank you also for your kind words about being a widow. All the best to you.
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You’re welcome, and all the best to you as well.
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