Fragments of dialogues between you and me

Without darkness how could there be light to shine?

Who are our greatest teachers? Those who suffered and emerged victorious at the end, or those who have never suffered at all?
Who are our greatest teachers? Those who suffered and emerged victorious at the end, or those who have never suffered at all?
Suffering is an enigma too. Often we cannot remember it when it is gone. We don't want to imagine how it felt like.
Suffering is an enigma too. Often we cannot remember it when it is gone. We don't want to imagine how it felt like.
Suffering is not to be glorified. We shouldn't deny its existence and pretend it will go away if we ignore it.
Suffering is not to be glorified. We shouldn't deny its existence and pretend it will go away if we ignore it.
We should talk about it, share it and let people know that every night (even the darkest) has a dawn.
We should talk about it, share it and let people know that every night (even the darkest) has a dawn.
If you reach out and touch the depth of your soul, you will find that we are moved by suffering.
If you reach out and touch the depth of your soul, you will find that we are moved by suffering.
Something changes within us, our awareness shifts. We forgive another, show compassion, empathise.
Something changes within us, our awareness shifts. We forgive another, show compassion, empathise.
Even if you could escape it, ultimately you would be missing out on truly experiensing the fullnes of life.
Even if you could escape it, ultimately you would be missing out on truly experiensing the fullnes of life.
Your greatest joy would lack the soulful immensity of passion that comes when emerging victorious from suffering.
Your greatest joy would lack the soulful immensity of passion that comes when emerging victorious from suffering.
Suffering is a companion, an enemy, a friend.
Suffering is a companion, an enemy, a friend.
The fear of suffering may stop you from taking risks, reaching for your heart's desire.
The fear of suffering may stop you from taking risks, reaching for your heart's desire.
If you knew that suffering was universal then perhaps you would act more fearlessly.
If you knew that suffering was universal then perhaps you would act more fearlessly.
Without suffering, what meaning could we find in overcoming the odds to achieve something we've always dreamed about.
Without suffering, what meaning could we find in overcoming the odds to achieve something we've always dreamed about.
Without darkness, how could there be light to shine?
Without darkness, how could there be light to shine?
Without suffering, would we be having a truly human experience?
Without suffering, would we be having a truly human experience?
Victor Hugo once said, that it is by suffering that human beings become angels.
Victor Hugo once said, that it is by suffering that human beings become angels.
Isn't it time our culture started glorifying the actions of the brave instead of defying status and celebrity?
Isn't it time our culture started glorifying the actions of the brave instead of defying status and celebrity?
It is by suffering that we find ourselves as human beings, by being broken apart adn putting ourselves together again bit by bit.
It is by suffering that we find ourselves as human beings, by being broken apart adn putting ourselves together again bit by bit.
Woody Allen once said that life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.
Woody Allen once said that life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.
Are we destined to suffer?
Are we destined to suffer?
It seems that our greatest efforts and achievements arise from the ashes of suffering.
It seems that our greatest efforts and achievements arise from the ashes of suffering.
The hero within all of us must pass a test.
The hero within all of us must pass a test.
Winning the gold medal can only be achieved through overcoming the pain barrier.
Winning the gold medal can only be achieved through overcoming the pain barrier.
And the person how came stone last? He only had the suffering.
And the person how came stone last? He only had the suffering.
Buddhists refer to physical cravings and wants as those that can never be satisfied for long, thus leading to suffering.
Buddhists refer to physical cravings and wants as those that can never be satisfied for long, thus leading to suffering.
If you feed a starving man, the pleasure will be ephemeral and soon his hunger will return.
If you feed a starving man, the pleasure will be ephemeral and soon his hunger will return.
Satisfaction is temporary and fleeting, never quite finding fulfillment.
Satisfaction is temporary and fleeting, never quite finding fulfillment.
If we recognise suffering and can accept it, then at some level or our being, we can transend it.
If we recognise suffering and can accept it, then at some level or our being, we can transend it.

"Are we destined to suffer?"

you ask,

packing your bag,

again,

one more time,

last time?


"Who hasn't suffered?"

It can feel downright dark

and painfully ghastly down,

the feeling of empty bed

in the depth of night.


I take your hand and try to be brave:

"If you decide

to leave,

to forget,

I understand."


"Look, it is just temporary..."

you avoid my gaze and move away.


"Everything is temporary,"

I cry out,

"imperfect, even unsatisfying."


You start to pace,

running your fingers

through your thick brown hair

I suddenly long so much to touch,

"When you live passionatelly,"

you stop and look me into eyes:

"if you care enough,

however much you gain,

ulitmately you cannot escape loss?"


My body has shut down,

I expect the worst,

I can hardly find the hope to move,

I feel so utterly lost

I can't even scream.


You come to me

taking both of my hands in yours:

"Have you ever come across a person

who hasn't suffered an illness or loss?

You will not be the only one."


"You can't take it anymore,

can you?

What is the point

to struggle up

when it is so easy

to fall,

full of tears and wrong turns

is my life

leading to the dead end,

better to be alone

for you

then..."



"It is your depression

talking through you now,"

you collapse at the edge

of our bed,

my bed

and sigh.

I sit next to you

trying hard not to cry:

"If we could just hope for one more dawn,

one more chance..."


"I've got a friend,

close friend

who suffers

intolerable pain,

relentlesly

reaching

into the realm

beyond anything

and yet somehow

she survives,

she continues with one more breath,

she lives on..."

you smile suddenly,

your eyes glazed by love.


I look at you feeling a sting of jelaousy:

"Suffering does end.

It always does.

Even if death is its final word,

who is she?"


"I just met her, she reached out

and touched the depth of my soul,

something changed within me,

when I hear her cry,

I am moved to tears

because I know what it is like."

Your voice break,

there is a hard chunk

of grief in your throat,

I can sense it,

I can feel it.


Suddenly I feel

your arms

around my shoulders,

drawing me to you.

It is so good to be held.

If only our relationship

can be distilled

into simple,

wordless

gestures

of comfort.

Why has humans

ever learned to talk?


I close my eyes

breathing your scent

I think of the time

when we used to share

thoughts

feelings

and kisses

like there was no tomorrow.


Quietly,

inobtrusively,

I start to recite:


'Would you find me lost

in the early morning mist?

I would

and I will.

Following your footsteps

wherever they lead

until I reach your hand

and whisper into your ear:

"You are safe,

I am here."



You look me into eyes

in a sudden recognition

of the words,

painless words,

lovely words,

you have once

written

to me:


'It pains me to know

that you wouldn't,

it saddens me to know

that I wished

so desperately

you would.'


You kiss me genltly

on my forehead

while I try to remember...


'Let me grieve

for a while

for the things

in the past

that haven't matched

my dreams

and yet I know

deep down

only few

are able to love

the way I do

and shouldn't be expected to…'



You look at me suddenly

with that loving expression of yours

that I become so accustomed to

so I eagerly continue:


'I am sad but I am not

it is hard to explain

I need to get it out

before I can move on

bearing in mind

our starting lines

have been mismatched,

there is nothing else

I can do

just keep loving you,

hoping

our finishing lines

somewhere

sometime

match in one.'



I see tears in your eyes,

tears of times long gone,

when you take

the words of love

out of my mouth:


'I don't expect anything from you

anything more

that you are giving me

everyday

and yet

the sudden realisation

of the priceless gifts

given out of love

and not being received

make me feel

somehow

cheated on

and vulnerable,

even if I fully admit

I put myself

to this position,

not you….'


I place a finger on your lips

to silence you,

because these are the words

I want to tell you:


'Maybe I just

want

you

to feel my sadness

the naked feelings of yesterday

that surfaced

suddenly

uninvitedly

from the depth

of your consciousness

I just

can't get

rid of

that unpleasant

taste.'


A lonely tear

rolled down my cheeck

and you wiped it gently.



'Release me

from that prison

of my own making,

dry my tears

I can not explain,

you want to feel

my nakendness,

I can sense your longing,

blind with love

you can not see

I have already lost

all my clothes

long time ago....'


You look at me

and I look back at you:

"Are we destined to love?"

I ask shivering

suddenly

while you are putting your coat over me.


"Yes we do,'

you smile sadly

kissing me goodbye

before closing the door

behind you,

quietly.













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d.william 3 years ago from Somewhere in the south

voted up, beautiful, awesome, and interesting.

I am glad you found your comments section, you would have been missing out on a lot of compliments for this heartfelt poem and wonderful corresponding pictures.

There is no worse feeling than being at odds with the person you love, especially if they leave you abruptly and without any logical reasons.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, my dear fellow hubber, who helped me already so much:) Yes, you are right, but it happens for whatever reasons and the best way is to accept it and move on...every obstacle in our life is also a building step to get us further and higher...to help us grow, so suffering has its meaning in our lives too:) all the best and thanks again:)


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AmandaJon 3 years ago

Great Hub, enjoyed reading it. Beautiful and interesting, thanks for sharing!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you so much, Amanda, happy you liked it:)


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janetwrites 3 years ago from Georgia country

Today my sister has been left by her boyfriend after being together for quite a long time. Reading this poem made me think of her. Both of them are suffering now. She has suffered a lot in her life but she has grown stronger and stronger each time. Yes, suffering is part of our life. Thank you for sharing this beautiful and thought-provoking poem.


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

You are so good at presenting emotions. Great as usual!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you , Jane for sharing your private family experience, we grow stronger in pain especially when we are able to share our feelings and realize suddenly we are not alone in suffering:)

Thank you MsDora, you are very kind to me, like always:)


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Lisa Luv 3 years ago from Conneticut, USA

Wonderful write! Voted up and shared !!!! Wishing you a great day!


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larakern 3 years ago from Georgia

Beautiful poem with amazing photographs. I voted up.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber, happy you liked it, it is always good to share lifelong experiences, it shows us that our emotions and suffering is the same, whatever corner of the globe we live:)


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ladydeonne 3 years ago from Florence, SC

I love the way that you express whats on your heart as well as your feelings. The poem reads as music with life and rhythm of it's own.

It's more than words, it's music...it's poetry...it's feelings and emotions...it's pain and suffering...and longing...and grief.

Voted up, beautiful, and sharing.


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is a hauntingly beautiful piece of poetry. Enjoyed yery much..


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you very much, my fellow hubbers, it has been written on different occasion, in different setting (in hospital after operation) and then joined together in one, so some sort of experiment, happy it worked:)...B


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Sublime Awakening 2 years ago from Manila, Philippines

I recently broke off with my boyfriend of 6 years but have not had the chance to personally say my goodbye because he just disappeared from my life. (I sent him an e-mail to "formally" end it as we're in a long distance relationship). No matter how painful it is, a goodbye would have been better than being kept hanging and wondering. This is an amazingly raw but beautiful poetry.


Lorene 21 months ago

Wow, this is in every rescept what I needed to know.


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Beata Stasak 8 months ago from Western Australia Author

thank you Lorene late but not last:)...B

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