Author: heatherpound

sometimes

the things people say that are

meant to be complimentary,

words like survivor or strong

in various different ways,

to you–they ring a bit untrue

or sting

 

since it wasn’t like you

asked for the hand you were

dealt

 

it wasn’t that you simply rose

as phoenix from the ashes

made new

 

because, really–

putting one foot in front

of the other was something

you had no choice

but to do

 

and just because you can

carry the weight you’ve inherited

does not mean for one second

it isn’t really, really

heavy

 

–but i hope it’s lighter than it used to be

 

heather pound 2024

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if you could see the whole story

of someone else’s life,

see the hurts and the pain

the aching needs unmet

the things that were shattered

and crushed

 

if you could see the rejection

how they were abandoned

and the things they were

required to endure

 

then you would never

look with distaste

or shake your head

at these one or two things

that trigger your judgment

fierce

 

and you would view them

with naught but the softest

most tender

the most understanding

of lovingkindness

instead

 

heather pound 2024

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if i have anything to give today

anything worth putting on a page

it is this—

 

that life may not always go

as expected

that people can let you down

betrayed

that your journey might often

be filled with pain

 

–but without things such as these

how would we recognize goodness

when it gathers in close?

 

and how then would we know

how absolutely crucial it is

to open our hearts hopeful

to seek out the Light?

 

heather pound 2024

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the word ‘diagnosis’ startles, jolts

echoes like a slamming door

and while i know

this was information sought 

and information beneficial  

 

there is also loss, a sadness unexpected

for years and years gone past

where had i known

(but no one knew back then)

i might have done things different

 

for one

i would have judged myself less…

 

i would have judged myself less

understood

 

and maybe life would have been sweeter

as i lay in bed at night rethinking the day

and self-acceptance would perhaps

have sooner come

 

and anxiety might not have pinched  

with talons so sharp and constricting

with the extra effort required

to function as ‘normal’

 

maybe i could have offered myself grace…

 

and while grateful for the knowledge

grief must now be felt

(grief and self-pity do not taste the same)

 

so, i will sit, let this settle

before i return grateful for insight

granted to make a difference now

–and for the superpowers wrapped up

with adhd

 

tomorrow i will smile encouraged

but today, to feel this–is honest

 

 –for all my dear friends, this was written earlier this year, but i am sharing now for the benefit of those who can relate 

 

heather pound 2024

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let us look together

sort through the hurt, the shame

the grief, the understandable rage

with curious eyes and compassionate

hearts

 

let us not judge the damage we find

left from the path of cyclones past

where survival was all that mattered

and the mind is still too tired to tidy up

 

let us show understanding to the parts

that are doing their very best

although they may have become too  

used to their methods and mechanisms

to suss out a different way

and are currently problematic

 

we’re not here machete in hand, hacking

through undergrowth indiscriminate.

no, we are here to tip-i-toe whisper-soft

observing only, while the wildlife grows

accustomed to our presence

 

then and only then, will we engage

and consider ways to support the

ecosystem’s change.

 

heather pound 2024

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there is a section of towering trees

on the road i travel often

that in the autumn becomes

the most brilliant tunnel

of yellow

 

but for a time every spring

while the right side is covered

with a blanket of moss-green leaves

the left is naked still, barren

 

and i wonder if this has to do with

drainage or an underground stream,

roots that don’t go down as deep

strong wind

or simply because one side soaks up

more sun

 

yet every year reminds

how variations

in the most basic requirements

or placement

might all the difference make

 

how being in a state that is stripped

might simply be

because the nourishment required

has not been gathered yet

 

and buds and new growth will come

with simply a bit more

of a wait

 

                        –everyone has their own timing

 

heather pound 2024

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to the tiny spot living below your heart,

that very small dot you’ve discovered

that is able still to notice, be present

and observe things that are good

in spite of everything else,

                                          i see it

 

it is not as insignificant or fragile

as it might first appear…

 

it is small due to pressure and force

adversity extreme,

withstanding a multitude of hardships

and over time has formed into

–a diamond

 

somehow, amazingly

it still exists

 

and glimmers

with a sliver of hope

 

isn’t that remarkable?

 

                                                                  heather pound 2024

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palm fronds wave in the wind

or just a strong breeze really

as storm clouds roll away swift

and the sun peeks through

glistening on the snowy wings

of seagulls darting past

 

and beyond that—as always, the sea

a bit towards the shade of grey

as whitecaps invade the blue

 

the eyes soak this in

as the richness of colour

and the meditation of motion

draws the heart towards peace

 

–occasionally staring out the window

is all the therapy you need

 

heather pound 2024

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my last glimpse of him

a silly wave and grin goodbye

as the orderly wheeled him 

to dinner table

 

he knew it was the last time

i knew it was the last time, too

as cancer progressively invaded

functioning brain

 

(isn’t cancer stupid?

simply by being alive

it can end the life of its host

–defeating its own self too)

 

and i walked out the door

to the airport and the plane taking me

back to the other side of the world

to children of my own, heartbroken but

 

grateful. grateful that in that moment

he gave me one final gift of assistance

—because how do you just walk away

forever from someone you have

always loved?

 

and while i knew he felt it too

he made it easier for me

with that cheeky smile

 

            –thinking about my dad after reading a poem about someone else’s.

 

heather pound 2024

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