A Very Long Time

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

Imagine the contradiction.

And the irony.

Of how my strength increased.

When I no longer carried the weights.

But knowing this,

Doesn’t stop me from picking it back up again.

Leave it behind.

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I first created this in 2015 or earlier.  I’ve republished it before but haven’t since 2018.  It felt time to do so again.  I wish for grace and comfort to anyone who relates to this.

 

 

 

35 thoughts on “A Very Long Time

  1. I think this is one of your most profound illustrations, Colleen. I recall the first time you posted it, and it is just as strong and incredibly impactful these years later. There is such a lesson in it for all of us. Bravo!

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  2. Oh my wise friend how I am sure you can imagine the burden I carried with my childhood. This is such a very beautiful post with such an amazingly freeing message. Unfortunately when we were little and things were so crazy at home my mom would often tell me if I was just a better child she and dad would not have to drink. I still occasionally pick it up too but put it back down. Thank you my wise friend. ❤️🤗🙏

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