Is your sorrow built from bricks and mortar?
Does it reach towards the sky with pinnacles and turrets?
Do you keep it safe behind a moat and drawbridge?
Is your sorrow solid, well protected from compassion?
Or is your sorrow feeble like a rainy day, followed soon by sunshine?
Can you let the warmth of others comfort you?
Can you risk a friendship with your tears?
Come take my hand and leave your pride of sorrow.
I thought about what sorrow was and how it’s something we protect ourselves with. Linking up with Tuesday Platform at toads.
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November 1, 2016

I’ll tell you my secret, which you may have guessed … I don’t believe in engaging with sorrow. I just switch personalities instead. Then I bury the one/s who was/were hurting, as if they never existed. Then “I” never have to feel anything bad. Isn’t that a swell technique? Well, sure; a therapist might say that he/she doesn’t think it’s healthy, but he’d/she’d be lying … because there would likely be fewer jobs for therapists if all patients know what I know. 🙂
That being said, I very much like your poem … especially the word “castle” in the title, which makes me think of the chess move (castling).
Look at my little mustache up there. 🙂
I agree.. too many dwell to long in the sorrow… actually there are many ways to leave those prisons… actually I find my poem happy.
It *is* kind of sweet … you’re trying to make people feel better. Honestly, I can hear a little bit of a “babyish” tone in how I imagine it being spoken aloud … like a preschool teacher talking to a little one in questions, trying to remedy a playground altercation, perhaps: “Do you think he meant to hit you? Don’t you think he’s sorry? Well can’t we forgive him? How about holding hands and playing on the swings now?” You get what I’m saying. 😉
I think I do… but a preschool teacher always means well… maybe we need more of that as grown-ups too.
Yeah, definitely. I meant it as a compliment. You’re so right; grown-ups need a lot more “gentle talk” and hand-holding than they get. Adults are expected to buck up and just deal with things because they’re big. But really, they’re all still kids inside. What song am I thinking of? “You’ve got to try a little tenderness …” My memory’s almost non-existent; thank goodness for google. Going to look it up now …
Sometimes it’s hard to reveal your pain and sorrow. Beautifully written.
This is very credible. Often times its that hand of compassion that’s needed fort hat turn around to healing
Much love…
Hmm. Sorrow at first I think needs to be protected – it’s important to internalize and be with it for a bit – but YES! – to not reach out and break free of it is also detrimental. Love this poem. “Can you risk a friendship with your tears..” nice.
A beautiful message in the end, really we should have a friend like this and be also the friend who takes away the sorrow.
Is your sorrow solid, well protected from compassion?
This line really struck me because all too often we push people away and close ourselves off from the world when we are Depressed. I have done it myself or rather I continue to do it. The impetus to make our world smaller and smaller as if it will keep us safe when all it does is feed the darkness
It was a metaphor that I thought would work…
Strange pride, in towering sorrow, but even the notion is prideful, making your sorrow so insignificant compared to mine. Amen.
Yet the sorrow we hold dear cannot forever keep out the rot.
Your approach to this theme is unique, Bjorn. The series of questions, the repetition of the word sorrow and the statement at the end all combine to produce a powerful poem.
Got to handle it somehow, put it someplace, huh? I keep mine in the back of my head ready to review when my soul needs. A fun, but serious, write, Bjorn.
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Nice, Bjorn. I like how you present this with the questions. We do embrace that sorrow… hold on tight. But I like your description as sturdy walls or gates for protecting… like that (gorgeous) Tom Petty song “Walls.” Great, thank you for this.
The dog is good Bjorn.