Nothin' to Lose

Runnin' on empty as my tattered shoes know

Bag lady who carries the remains of your stow

Living on the edge of the tide's turbulent flow

With nothin' to lose, it's tough to bestow

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Competing in a race with my own worst foe

Beaten down to what lies below

Losing strength to the undertow

With nothin' to lose, it's tough to bestow

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Reserves are depleted with life's energy low

My spirit is starving without the soul to grow

Suspended animation awaits the next blow

With nothin' to lose, it's tough to bestow

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Like a child seeks the colors of the rainbow

Hoping for the glimmer of the sun's gold glow

Raining down peace cast in a stone's throw

Rendering me all that I need to bestow

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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Awaiting the next blow and running on empty! I have been there my dear and I ain't never going back. Human beings are amazingly resilient but once we reach that point where we are beaten down so badly that we expect the next blow...that may well be the bottom. There is only one direction after we reach that place.

Beautiful of course, like the writer!

Peace to you my dear; have a wonderful weekend!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Bill. Even at the lowest point, there is always hope. Stay away from that Niacin and have a great weekend.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Amy another beautiful poem by you... thank you.. I loved it..

sharing

hugs

Debbie


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Debbie. Hugs to you


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Thanks for reminding us, Amy, with this beautiful poetry, that no matter how tough life may get, 'the glimmer of the sun's gold glow' is there to remind us in the morning that the sun also rises each day. Even when it's raining - we just can't see it.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

There are moments in every life where it feels though we've come to the end of our rope. Then, I hear a story about courage and tenacity that defied the odds. I know parents who have lost a child to cancer following a horrific rollercoaster ride of treatments, remission, recurrence and in the end, loss. Surviving the worst experiences imaginable changes people, destroys marriages, yet, for the majority, with time, they survive to eventually live, laugh and love again. No one forgets the most trying times, but the human spirit is resilient beyond anything else. The will to survival is part of all life, even when we are desperately sad, grieving, in pain or despondent. Even when it seems I can't put one foot in front of the other anymore, I know I am not alone and that there are many who are suffering. And, strange as it sounds, it gives me strength. I, too, can survive far more than I think I can at the time.

Thank you, drbj, for putting it so beautifully into perspective.


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BobbiRant 4 years ago from New York

When I hit bottom, I felt like the only way left to go was up. I was right. But we have to have stamina and courage and the will to climb out of that sometimes, very deep, deep well. Liking this poem very much.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Bobbi. Since I recently lost my beloved MacGregor to bladder cancer, I am grieving, and whatever I've written lately, unfortunately, mirrors loss and mourning. I realize I sound like a downer lately, but I've been knocked to my knees with the acute pain of Mac's absence. It has paralyzed my paint brushes momentarily, but revitalized the release of writing. I am very saddened by my mother's increasing dementia, yet I am forced to stay busy helping her, which keeps me involved, challenged and an active participant in life. As difficult as it is to stay on the move, it is the best therapy out there.

Thank you for your encouraging support, Bobbi. It matters immensely to me.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is soo beautiful Amy. You started out feeling pretty low, but as you penned words, I could feel hope creeping in, slowly but surely. I know you miss Mac badly. Life is the PITS sometimes, but your poetry has never been more beautiful. Love and Peace My Friend..******


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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

Lovely - brilliant work as always.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Ruby, Yes, losing Mac is foremost on my mind and it is reflected in what I write. Thank you so much for understanding. And, thank you for hanging in there with me through my down time. You are a true friend and I love you for it. Hugs to you


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

acaetnna with the beautiful smile, Thank you for your kind words. It's good to see you.


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izettl 4 years ago from The Great Northwest

This poem is totally you...not the bag lady part, but it has you written all over it. Perhaps I'm saying this poem above many you've written is your voice. The things you've been through, and going through, and the youthful hope and ways I see in you as well. You have what not many people have a beautiful child-like nature yet extremely smart and wise. I believe you will be blessed with a rainbow someday soon! Make that two of us- I could use one too. Now you need to write a poem about my life- if it's not one thing, it's another (laughing). But seriously I can identify with this poem too...as many of your poems represent a lot of us out there.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, my smart friend, izettl. Hey, I appreciate the idea "if it's not one thing, it another"...sounds like Rosannadanna on SNL. Remember her? I'm going to kick that one around and see what I can come up with, as I've had that same thought a lot the past couple of years. As for the bag lady part, well, stress will make a person feel that way. I am always so surprised when I go out in public and someone compliments the way I look. I feel like a bag lady. I haven't had my hair cut or colored in two-years now. It's truly an abomination! Thank you for your inspiring, supportive words, izettl.


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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Interesting... Amy...


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Crazed Novelist.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Crazed Novelist.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Amy it's beautiful. I feel your loss but I can assure you that MacGregor is with you in spirit.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Gypsy, bless your sweet heart. I do feel him with me. I painted an oil on canvas of his beautiful face and, I swear, his eyes follow me. It makes me sad yet brings me comfort, too. Thank you, my friend.

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