Fighting Life

We are picked up
like bruised apples
when we fall from
The Tree of Life
and
tossed into
the refuse bin
of
reality
Nobody cares
enough
to
want to know
why
we fell
We try to climb

out
Some are
successful at
Ignoring the
bashing dealt
to
them
We do our best
to
get back into
the
mainstream of
humanity again
Everything
seems well
in
our world
once more

but
the injuries are
internal
and
only our spirits
know

Reviews

[Gee]

Brings to mind the homeless, the more than visible but invisible problem blighting so many towns and cities. A problem largely ignored as to solve would take money and resources that those governing us do not wish part with.
Thought provoking piece Marie.
Hope all is well in the land of Guinness:))

[Marie]

Thank you for sharing your thought provoking, astute words, dear Gee.
Thank you also for kindly sharing and I agree with what you say about the homeless in our towns and cities, bless them. My mind always turns to them especially in Winter when there's so much cold, snow, wind, rain. It makes me very sad that the homeless are without a home and the necessities which make life a little kinder.
All is well in the land of Guinness, dear Gee :))
Hope you are well and all is well with you too.
Thank you again for reading and kindly commenting, Gee...

[red93]

Fabulous Marie. Yr insight is just right. We just have to keep going, and pray at some point that God's Great Wheel will turn in our favour. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Marie]

I so agree, dear red93. We have to keep hope alive to our very last breath in this lifetime. Thank you for reading and for your insightful review. Gratitude...

[red93]

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[Poetic_Vixen]

My friend, I was very deeply going through the realisation of how scared we are through our journey in life and no matter what no one will ever see or understand or reason with our sufferings or our actions leading because it, the idea of apple falling off the tree, a bruised one, reflecting how it aged of life's uncertainties, it continues on with such melancholy of "nobody cares to know of why we fell," till "the injuries are internal and only our spirits know."

That was a evocative implication of your idea, always feel the urge to dig beneath these lines, sending you warm regards Marie ❤️

[Marie]

Dear P. V. a very big THANK YOU! for reading and for your very in depth review of the poem. Thank you for so kindly taking the time out to read, I am MOST grateful. PLEASE post a poem soon as I miss reading your amazing poetic gems. I owe you so many reviews, dear P. V. but I can't find one of your poems which I haven't already commented on. I hope you are well and I wish you a very Good morning, a very lovely, blessed and joyful day to enjoy and I also pray your day is filled with inspiration to write more of your exquisite poetry! Gratitude with warmest regards, dear P. V...

[Poetic_Vixen]

This reply really softened and swelled my heart my dearest friend 🥺 to receive this much love for my words is something I always wish of, from the depths of heart I am grateful to you for this much support and sweetness you give me, I can never be grateful enough for it, I appreciate you for being there. And you are very welcome! I truly love reading your thoughtfully woven poems Marie ❤️

[Marie]

Thank you and bless you, dear P. V... I also look forward to reading your outstanding poetic gems also and hope to read and comment later today. Friday is my busy day, so it will be evening before I get to the computer again. Have a very nice evening, my dear friend 🌹♥️🌹

[Poetic_Vixen]

Have a lovely evening yourselves my sweet friend! Sending you warmth ❤️

[Marie]

and also to you, my dear friend 🌹♥️🌹

[John the Baptist]

The Biblical imagery at the beginning lets us know right off this is a spiritual offering. What I think is being said is though we spring from divine roots, when we find ourselves in physical reality we are subject to the slings and arrows of that level. One of the worst parts of that situation is having to bear it seemingly alone. I think the last part of the poem is saying our primary wounds are spiritual, and that is the only place from which true healing comes.

[Marie]

Yes, the fallen apples are always alone. Those still on the tree ignore them, never thinking that the same could happen to them, perhaps not today, but who knows what tomorrow may bring. Thank you so very much for reading, dear J. B. and for your very apt review. I wish you a very Good morning, a very pleasant, blessed and joyful day as you celebrate 4th of July... Enjoy!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The apples on the ground never get the attention of the ones on the tree. But things fall from the tree of life that never get recovered, like baby birds, lost because they left the nest too soon. Home is where the heart is but the heart can always make room for one more. ;) I enjoyed the read.

[Marie]

Good morning Fabian and thank you for reading this poem and for your very kind review. Yes, sadly, the apples on the ground are ignored by the one's on the tree who don't realise that though they don't hit the ground today, they just might tomorrow. So sad to read about the baby birds, I didn't know this happened until I read your review, Fabian. Yes, home can be anywhere, once our heart is there and yes, the heart has a huge capacity to make room for those in need! Your comment is very poetic and I am grateful for it. I wish you a very lovely day, happy, blessed and joyful as you celebrate July 4th. Blessings your way too

[Samuel Dickens]

So often, we here about "pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps" but I know that the hole is sometimes too deep to do that. Having grown up in terrible poverty, I know this. Good people will help others, and for them, I am most grateful. This fine poem brings attention to the issue.

[Marie]

Thank you for reading and for your very relevant and touching review, Sam. Yes, sometimes we need help in life and God bless those who come forward to help us in those very difficult times. They are true Earth Angels. Wishing you a very Good morning and a very happy, blessed and wonderful 4th of July, Sam...