Let Me Fall
September 5, 2007 by Shirley Allard
Enveloped in darkness
deprived of functioning brain cells
trying desperately to reach that light.
Though my body is kept alive and thrives
I am deadwood -
a tree that stands tall long after roots have died.
You squint, and manage to see me the way I once was
but I am now on a new path
holding on will make my journey that much longer.
And so, you must let me go–
you cannot seek comfort beneath a tree
that is dead. Let me fall.
Remembering the when and remembering the why aren’t always the same. I truly enjoy being your fan. Once again this is very thoughtful and very good. thanks
Thank you! You are indeed a loyal fan Harry and I appreciate it.
This is how I feel about my ex-wife.
i wish i could say those things and mean them…
large trees with dead roots most often fall down when least expected,, and destroy,, whatever is in their path….
Wonderful Pi! I love this: …like a tree that stands tall
long after roots have died.
Thanks Jo. I relate trees to lots of things.
In this case Jodi, I was thinking about the difference between being brain dead and being physically dead. The tree (body) is still there but without the roots (brain cells) there is no life. At least in my opinion.
ah,, i see…
young and free to live your own life
making your own decisions which proved to be fatal….
it was this line that led me astray…..
Shirley, I too was a little perplexed by the poem. In the first stanza, the narrator seems laudatory, apparently acknowledging the efforts of someone fighting to regain control, then revealing that all hope is lost and that memories are held, but since there can no longer be growth (of the relationship?), the narrator must move along. Somehow the result seems out of character for the way the narration began…
What am I missing?
Bob,
You’re missing the fact that I can’t write to form! ha! I write the best when I do it my way. I do think I’ll rewrite this one just to see if I can clarify what I was attempting to say and then I will return to writing from my heart. I don’t want to be a poet as much as I want to say something that makes sense! Thanks!