The Beacons of My Life
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My house of cards is about to fall.
On this tightrope juggling the balls,
I find myself wishing I could hope
for something more than a piece of rope.
Where are the dreams I knew so well?
Why is this life going to hell?
When will it end, when will it end,
when will peace find me again?
I’m lost right now, black inside.
Wishing I could just take a ride
away from everything that holds me here,
away from pain and tears and fear.
I know I can’t I must stand tall,
even with my back against that wall.
Hold my head up and hope.
Get it together, start to cope
with all the disappointment I feel.
I need to find a way to heal.
I don’t know how this funk came on.
Were all my hopes just a con,
to fool me from this ugly life,
to take from me and leave me strife.
Where did the light go, why can’t I see
all the things that make me me?
Optimism, love and hope
my usual methods to cope
have turned away and left me dark.
Could all my hope be just a lark?
Where is the love that holds me strong?
When did this happen, what went wrong?
How do I find what I have lost?
I need it now at any cost.
Why do I feel alone and cold.
How do I find happy and bold?
The way I was, just last week
before I started to feel so bleak,
when I was tall and bold and strong.
Where did it go, what went wrong?
I am not one to dwell on bad.
The way I am makes me mad.
I need to get back to myself.
Where, oh where, can I find help?
Good Lord look down on me and see,
everything I should not be.
Lift me up out of this well.
Let me listen as the bell
peals bright and clean in my soul.
Lift me, lift me from this hole,
Out of blackness into light.
I need to see what is right.
To be what I should be,
to do that which is me.
For my kids, myself and for you
I need to hold my dreams true.
I can do this with your aid,
stand up and once again be staid.
Lift up my chin, open my eyes,
shut my mouth, end these sighs.
Square my shoulders and begin again,
and realize now is not the end.
Today is the beginning of a whole new year
I will love again and cast off my fear.
With your help I will stand.
Thank you that you lent a hand,
and pulled me up when I was down,
made me smile instead of frown.
I will walk this walk called life some more,
and remember values from day of yore.
Values that will always last.
Beacons that saved me in the past.
Optimism, love and hope
will always teach me how to cope.
And so these three with me will stay
the beacons that will guide my way.
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Oh Kari, you are down in the dumps. feel for you, have some me time,gather your thoughts, life will be full again soon, promise.
K@ari, First of all I want you to know that you are definitely not alone as I, myself, have written several poems that have very much the same tone as yours. I am not just throwing out words when I say to you that I truly felt i know exactly where you are coming from having been in low periods myself and still am...the usual dark days of divorce after 25 years, stress, health issues, whatever..just know that we are essentially all in the same boat, and not just those of us here on hubpages but everyone we know..The boat just gets a little rockier for some of us on certain days and the tide gets higher...we must hold on.. and however we choose to cope with those emotions...we do need to find outlets. Mine has been writing on hubpages and so far, it's working for me.. I just had open heart surgery and am kind of young for a serious thing like that so i've been off of work and home and writing like crazy. I want you to know that I really identified with the words you wrote and It's very well written. Also, I hope that tomorrow your boats not so rocky, and it gets more calm each day. I'll be back to check on you !.. Hang in there.. i
k@ari
It's so sad to read your hub, but when I saw that you wrote three beautiful words, "Optimism, Hope and Love," I can feel it in my soul, you will come out of it with new love and hope for the future. Tomorrow is another day and who knows what it will bring. All the best.
without the bottom of a wave, we would never know the joy of its crest. beautifully written because i feel you in my whole body and soul. it's true, you are not alone... as it is always darkest before the dawn, soon the wave will rise and you'll be on top once again... thank you for this, in our human condition, it helps me realize i too, am not alone
Hi again, k@ri.
I just happened upon another beautiful piece of writing by our friend Teresa McGurk. Here is the link, if you feel like reading how it feels for others to be where you are now. http://hubpages.com/hub/How-Do-I-Go-On-When-I-Cant
Hugs, MM
Oh, K@ri: here is my hand, too -- wish you could really hold it for a while. I know the black, and you can't get out, and there is a filter between you and everyone's good wishes -- you know the good wishes are there, but the black won't let you FEEL their warmth and comfort.
That's why it's so unfair. Hope you find all the comfort and strength you need; this poem has great dignity and poignancy -- but what a cost.
Ahhh k@ri girl, is there something in the air, or the water? hehe We all have our down days, some worse than others. Funny how we have done similar hubs so close together and most likely for different reasons, but it is still dark and painful to be there. I reach out to you with my cyber hug (((( )))) and hope you soon arise from that deep and dark hole. It's not so pleasant being there, I know. CC
k@ri nice hub nice poem-very
oh Kari.....I just read your poem today.....and am flabbergasted! How your chosen words represent the thoughts of so many of us! I've been overwhelmed this week at the number of people experiencing the hopelessness state of mind. and as YOU KNOW - it passes!
Hang in there girl......our lost dreams aren't the Saving Grace, nor are the unlived dreams......but holding on to each other in love - well, that just stirs the energy inside each of us, giving hope and power to those dreams!
Life is worth every minute! Remember......everything comes to pass (especially those awful moments)
Depicts depression perfetly. Glad the sun is back shining for you
I still wish I had three thousand mile arms, K@ri.
In my darkest moments, it was thoughts of the love from my children that made the difference for me. These days, I also add the love from my granddaughter, who means the world to me. I suppose it is that progression that makes life worth living.
Well, that and getting to read beautiful words, like the ones you write, that let me know that feelings like this are not peculiar to me.
Your children are very lucky, and probably know it! That your husbands did not are their crosses to bear. Sometimes I wish I could just hold you - literally, not figuratively.
I believed feeling the wave of love I felt when I held my first child prepared me for the love I would feel for my grandchild. It was like living that again on a whole other plane!
If you think you are lucky to have children, just wait until you have a grandchild! I would love to see your face at that moment!
k@ri,
Thank you for sharing your feeling here. I can truly connect with where you were. I feel that way at times as well. I am also happy to here your optimism in the end. Thank you for sharing.
Hi k@ri, so relieved to read your mood has lifted. Welcome back to the light! MM
{{{{HUGS}}}} kari!
Even in the dark, your poetry is beautiful. But I'm happy to know you're out of that dark, lonely place.
I always admire those that don't give in and try to find a light.
So glad you weathered that one, it's such a relief when it passes. Take good care of yourself.
I can definitely identify with the emotions contain in your "down in the dump" poem--I have had many a days like that when we don't want to make lemonade (yes, they tell us we should if life hands us lemons).
Nice job and I know you already found the answer in the strong faith that you have-- a force greater than our needs, despairs and pain--hope, love, joy. To life!
Isn't Farming fun? Kari we have all been there believe me...where there is a will, there is a way...and I know you will find both...God be with you...:O) Hugs..
Wow interesting topic..nice one that you got...very informative one...hope to read more about your hubs...
"et me listen as the bell
peals bright and clean in my soul.
Lift me, lift me from this hole,
Out of blackness into light."
Beautiful..in tragedy. In pain we often find our souls tested, stretched to the point of agony. But when the light reveals it's self to us again, it's often quite worth it.
You are the light K@ri :)
We all are. :)
But some (like you) manage to shine brighter than others. :)
What happened to your face btw? Why it got yellow? ;) :P
LOL true dat about your sun :)
And thanks for shining. :)
Do I look as a comment ninja? ;)
Yep, I am :P
I am just reading your mind ;)
For me? Looks like an easy target today :)
LOL It does not come every day though :)
I just thought i lost the tune - but no, i am still perfectly attuned to your posts, even being a few thousand miles away physically :)
It's really amazing, you know, I do not make any effort, but no matter what i do in between, I come to hubtivity right in time to see your last comment :)
Looks like that :)
Not that I made any :)
But I probably will when kids come here. :)
I'll try :) And then invite you over to see. :)
See, I finally lost the tune :(
Hi K@ri :D
IDK, we'll see. Yet isn't it amazing? I swear I did not watch for your appearance :)
I am not really sure it is anything about me, cause like I don't consciously choose to check if you posted something... :)
I often play similar games with Hope Alexander LOL
Ah K@ri, I soooo wish I could :)
But seriously, I am much more in tune lately than I ever was :)
Believing what? I can't help but associating Mark with this word LOL
Umm, is there anybody who honestly thinks there is none?
Hi k@ri,
Got here late enough to know that you weathered this storm and am very happy to hear that the sun is shining a bit brighter for you now. You truly DO have a bunch of us who care about you!




























Mighty Mom 2 years ago
Oh, K@ri, My first hope is that this is just a beautiful poem about the subject of losing hope. But then I think, it would be downright impossible to write this without living the emotions behind it. So for that, I am very, very sorry to hear you are in this dark place.
As a hub, I love what you've written and need to go back and read it again for its flow and language.
As a hubber, I want to stretch out my hand like the one in your picture and proved to you that you are NOT alone. So many of us on HP have had dark days and inevitably, the HP community buoys us through them.
It def sounds like you have a strong faith and I know your God will answer your prayers. In the meantime, the foolproof way I have found to make me feel better about ANYTHING that is going on in my own life is to get out of self and be of service. I never have to look too far to find someone whose situation is worse -- usually much worse -- than mine. Hope that suggestion helps.
Here's also a big old cyber hug for you! (((k@ari))) from MM