A Mighty Weakness


I am a wall I can be made of cement and rise up many yards high,
or I may be made of brick or stone, and reach out across the county side.

Sometimes I am a memorial that represents millions of brave souls,
and other times I am a fortress of protection that tells you where not to go.

But I hold up at my most mighty, and yet at my weakest place,
when I am built with fear, and doubt littered with pride's own waste.



There are walls that protect...


There are walls that remember...



There are walls that divide....



and there are walls that are destructive...



I am all too familiar with the walls a broken heart can build.
My father and brother had a "falling out", and were at odds with each other for years.
They did not speak for long periods of time, and never resolved their hard feelings.
When my father passed away in 1992 my brother was devastated.
He was in a form of grief the rest of his life.
He passed away in 2002.
I have faith, and I am certain that they know peace now.

Comments

  1. that is sad Carrie...fathers and sons are so like that....I will keep their souls in my prayers... blessings...God is greater than their differences....bkm

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  2. great post.
    Thanks for including all kinds of walls.
    Happy Saturday!

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  3. A sad and poignant tale, Carrie. Walls are such powerful, metaphorical symbols...you explore them greatly here.

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  4. Oh, this does make me sad. But I love the way it ends, "I have faith, and I am certain that they know peace now." I feel that way about my dad, too.

    And I like the way you talked about the different kinds of walls and the illustrations you chose - especially the stone heart that is broken.

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  5. You certainly did a lot of thinking about different kinds of walls.. Well-thought-out post. I am sorry about your father and your brother. That must have been very hard on you as well as on them. I hope also that they both know peace now.

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  6. That is very sad , but we have be strong enough to whither any storm that comes on the way and live life each day as we will never live again. My best wishes for you...

    Regards,
    Gaurav.

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  7. This is a touching piece which truly moved my heart :) beautiful words and images, thank for sharing :)

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  8. I have nothing to add. You said it all, Carrie.

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  9. Certainly a lot of thought was put into this wonderfully crafted post! An excellent take on the prompt! =)

    -Weasel

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  10. A straightforward and heartrending post, one I'm sure many can identify with. Pride so often builds walls between us and the people we care about. Wonderful poem!

    Lynette

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  11. ... ANd surely are together taking advantage of all those years they did not have here...

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  12. Hey Cindy...your words about the walls...so true. It's really sad that people can't let go of the hurts to build bridges. Hugs to you. Sarah

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  13. I like how you wrote about so many different types of walls. I don't think your dad and brother have to worry about encountering any walls in heaven! Blessings. BTW, I tagged you in a short meme which you can find HERE Feel free to do if you like, if not, no worries! Thanks.

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  14. I love how many different ways you showed us!
    So sad, about your Father n' Brother; I know someone like this now~ It sickens me, that a bridge can't be made! I am so sorry for your loss...
    Well Done~xXx

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  15. Fallings-out are not worth it, this I keep reminding myself.

    Beautiful pictures and post on walls, in all their varieties. May you dad and brother find peace now, is my hope.

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  16. Thank you everyone for all your sweet and comforting comments on this post....i had a really hard time doing this one....but i think it was healing for me in some ways. I hope everyone has a wonderful week! :-)

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  17. This poem hit close to home. My mother and her 7 siblings are estranged due to a couple of sisters in laws causing problems. Instead of sitting down and working their issues out, there is a lot of "he said, she said". Both my mom's parents have passed away now, and I wonder if they will ever be a whole family again.

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  18. I'm so touched by the memory of your brother and father..and peace so hard to come by..I know exactly what you're saying..
    I wrote a "wall" poem a while ago..hope I can find it!

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  19. nice write..i know that pain of seeing like your dad and brother...and perhps even now they have gotten passed it and are together...walls are a tough metaphor...

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  20. Thank you bluebonnets for reading it my friend...i hope their family does find a way to have peace. :-)

    Hi Lyn, i am so glad that you stopped by...i would love to read your wall poem. :-)

    Thank you Brian for reading it and your kind comments...i have really enjoyed your writing!

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  21. This is such touching writing. It begins in one way, and then ends in a way that is unexpected. So many different kinds of walls, and such sadness for your family.

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  22. Thank you Diane for stopping by and reading it...
    :-)

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  23. oh, this is so so sad.
    I hope your brother and father know peace now.

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  24. A wall can be many things, and you have done an excellent job of elucidating on that, with lovely photos too. I was particularly struck by these lines, and the juxtaposition of weak/mighty:

    But I hold up at my most mighty, and yet at my weakest place,
    when I am built with fear, and doubt littered with pride's own waste.

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  25. Hi Carrie, your words are powerful and the story at the end is so sad but it happens more often than not unfortunately :(

    Nice work as usual :)

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