The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 16 . Posted Blogging
inSorry For You.
Sorry, I wasn’t always there for you.
I’m sorry for your life of misery.
I’m so sorry, for writing this unhappy story.
And I couldn’t find your holy grail.
That sacred cup of water to cure the frail.
Sorry I couldn’t help or heal you.
I’m sorry for your life being wrong.
I’m so sorry, for playing this wordless song.
And I couldn’t find your holy grail.
That sacred cup of wine to cure the frail.
Sorry I didn’t travel every path for you.
I’m sorry for your life’s that lost.
I’m so sorry, for holding this worthless cross.
And I couldn’t find your golden grail.
That sacred cup of blood to cure the frail.
Sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you.
I’m sorry, for your world that couldn’t be.
I’m very sorry, for walking on an empty sea.
And I couldn’t find your silver grail.
The angels vessel of purity, to no avail.
An old poem I wrote, when I was feeling guilty about my capabilities as a carer. I’m posting here, and thinking someone in a similar situation may read these words. Please do not feel guilty or inadequate, you’re not failing, and there’s really only so much that is possible. You’re not alone in having these insecure feelings, and please understand, us carer’s all go through these self doubts and confusing thoughts.
Ivor Steven.
Humans can be ever so hard on themselves. I am sure that there are other caregivers out there who have struggled with these feelings. It is a loving intention to connect with them through your poetry.
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Even if I only help one such person, I’ll be more than happy 😊 😊 ❤️
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Well, you helped me, Ivor. I was my mother’s carer for a number of years, and occasionally my patience was running thin, and I feel guilty that at those trying times I wasn’t kinder. But my husband keeps telling me I did a wonderful job and gave her a lot of love. I suppose I need to write a poem about that, like you, in order to deal with the emotion of guilt.
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Yes, that’s quite therapeutic I found, and sounds lke you’ve a good grasp of what to write already, best of luck Irina.
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Thanks, Ivor. I’m thinking of one particular incident. Will make a note of it now so I don’t forget.
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Well done, and yes I’ve little notes to myself everywhere !!
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Thanks, Ivor.
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Tears. This is so good and felt.
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Thanks Stella, it’s an older poem, and I’ve rehashed it a few times over the years
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You’re welcome!
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Never mind the little notes everywhere, you need a dedicated book for all those little ideas, then you’ll never lose any. Though if you’re like me, you might find it becomes full of sticky notes! I love what you’ve written here Ivor and I wish I’d done something similar.
We humans have this unfortunate habit of beating ourselves up when we lose a loved one. Almost from nowhere the guilt creeps in, and then we put them on a pedestal and somehow forget about the flaws.
I practically built a shrine to my hubby until someone pointed out I had nothing to feel guilty about and told me to stop making out he was something he was not! Now I accept it as it is, we both did our best and that’s all any of us can do for one another.
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Yes, it took me a while to realise too, we’re definitely complicated creatures us humans 😊😊
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We are aren’t we, very odd creatures indeed 😀
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😊 🙃🤓🤗
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Haha, one I wrote called “Shrines”
https://wp.me/s6B6QE-shrines
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Oh I like it Ivor, love how you included little Lily too!
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That final paragraph is crucial
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Yes Derrick, I’m glad you understood
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How beautiful of you Ivor to reach out in understanding to support others. I have talked with many caregivers over the years (when I worked in protective services) who would have so quickly related to this. And appreciated it.
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I know dear Colleen, and already had 2 positive responses, and if I never write again, it won’t matter, I’m already a happy man. 😊
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That is amazing. I would have shared your words (still will) if I was in that field still. God bless you Ivor.
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I’m feeling very humbled 🙄
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You’re absolutely right, there is only so much someone can do. This poem is beautiful and reflects how you felt at the time.
Hmm, this challenge looks interesting!
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This is a powerful poem. There are times when the only thing we can do is accept our limits and regret them. Thank you.
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Thanks Robert, when I look back now I accept that I did my best and that’s all I could’ve done. 😊
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I’m glad you saw that. I had the sense it was a heartbreaking moment.
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It was Robert, but now I’m able to see with my healing eyes.
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Yes. It’s a relief.
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