When I was four feet tall
I believed I was immortal;
that knives
could not scar me
oceans
not drown me
mistakes
not taint me
evil
not weaken me
age
not change me
pain
not
break me
and that strength
would never fail me.
I was confident I would shape
a sensational destiny.
Yet I am mortal after all.
No ogres quake at the sight of my face,
no lame man walked.
no blind man saw.
no orphans were fed,
peace was not restored.
I was somewhere else,
someone less;
not the giant
of my idle fantasy,
only a wind-blown flake, adept
at making a mess.
I do not scream
or beat my breast
yet I bleed.
Ignominiously,
I bleed.
I scrub at the seepage
but it will not come clean,
leaving an indelible stain
for posterity.
In recompense,
the forgiving flowers of my womb
grow over my stain,
creating a fertile garden
with fresh running streams.
They illustrate
that my bungled life
has not been
a waste.
Although this poem doesn’t contain to the word ‘Sequester‘, it was inspired by today’s Word of the Day Challenge. I was going to give it the title ‘Sequestered in Fantasy’, since that is a good description for the way I was as a child. However, that title doesn’t suit the poem.
©Jane Paterson Basil
The innocence of youth, I think a part of all of us still holds it sequestered.
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Sometimes I think I’d like to go back and do it all again, but that would mean I’d have to go through my adulthood all over again… 😉
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Brilliantly written
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Thank you xx
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.
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This is truly beautiful….extremely well written!
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The visuals and the poem complement each other so well !
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Thank you, Raili x
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The wonders of childhood days can never be replicated can they!
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If only…
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Looking back and thinking how we imagined life would be and how it actually turned out … Well, it can be a painful process. Progress is so much slower than you imagine it will be, achievements are more of a slog and their are barriers wherever we turn – often from ourselves as much as from others and the world. Beautiful, touching piece Jane
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Thank you Lynn. It’s so true – we often build our own barriers,
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No more guilty of dong that than me. I’ve missed out on many opportunities because I’ve thought ‘I can’t do that. I don’t do things like that.’ It’s a miracle I started writing really. Girls who grew up in Buxton and worked in retail don’t write … 🙂
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It’s a good thing you’ve rejected that concept… 🙂
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It helps getting older I think – I would never have considered some of the things I’ve done (entering big comps, sending work to magazines and agents) when I was younger. Too scared of failure perhaps. Now I’ve survived failures and know I won’t succeed without them
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Blogging must have helped. Now you KNOW your writing is appreciated – and you’re making headway
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You’re right, I think it has. Bloggers are so supportive of each other and writers often work in a vacuum. Having a support network is very important, though it takes a while to make the connections. The other half was approached by a work colleague who’s been told I write, asking advice on how to go forward with a novel he’s written. Make connections is one of the main things I’d tell him – even if only online, meet like minded souls, people who’ll love your work but also try to give you honest opinions. How can you improve otherwise? Thank you for your support dear Jane x
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I love the noble vibrant hope that suffuses your conclusion. Still a “young ‘un (that is Alabama speak for young one) after all I reckon! 💜 this Jane.
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Thank you Lona. You’ve been on my mind, but I’ve semi-shut down for a while. Until my life eases up I’m posting rarely, and not keeping up with my reading.
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Same here to some degree, it will be good to see you when we can. Be well friend.💜
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xx
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This is beautiful. You captured the exuberance that makes youth beautiful.🖤
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Thank you, Gbolago x
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You are welcome.
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