13 Apr


Based on a true story…


A man called me to ask for help
The other day at work
He asked, “You like this crappy weather?”
Surely with a smirk

“Yes,” I said with no emotion
“I enjoy rough things
With struggle and with discomfort
And with whatever stings

And pains and tears and hurts us, we
Are brought more strength and grace”
He asked if I was kidding but
He could not sense a trace

Of sarcasm or humor in
My voice so then he said,
“How old are you?” and I replied
“36 years I’ve tread”

He laughed and dismissed,
“Oh that’s why, you’re still just a young pup”
And so to show him age means nothing
I then caught him up

“I’ve been hurt bad and am in pain
I’ve lost job and my house
And worst of all, I had to watch
My loving, graceful spouse

Endure the worst pain there could be
When we found out our child
Would never take its first breath,
Yes, I’m young but I’ve complied

More pain and struggle, misery
And loss in my short years
Than many grey-haired people have
In their longer careers”

He sadly said “I’m sorry” but
I replied “I am not
It’s all these things that I’ve endured
That strengthened, sharpened, taught

Imbued with patience, wisdom, grace
And showed me the true way
That is why it is no lie
Whenever I do say

That I enjoy the challenge, struggle
Discomfort and rigor
It’s all these things that awaken
That inspire, that trigger

The Warrior that was dormant
To pound chest and to roar
To rise to the occasion and
To take a little more”

All that he could say was that
He liked my attitude
I asked him what he thought of all
The snow that chilled his mood

He changed his mind and said that it
Was not so bad in fact
“No,” I said, “There are worse things
That cause greater impact”

Before he left, I asked him just
How old he was as well
“54” he said, then I
Inquired, “How much hell?”

“Not as much as you,” he said
So I replied, “Well then
If you are lucky, struggle will
Appear and bring you Zen

And only then will you see that
The years don’t mean a thing
Rather, it’s what you survive
The hurt, the pain, the sting”


7 Responses to “Sting”

  1. poeticjourney April 13, 2013 at 9:33 am #

    So true indeed! Its what you survive! Hope all is well! God Bless 🙂

    Beautiful poem btw

    • Miro April 15, 2013 at 7:19 am #


      • poeticjourney April 15, 2013 at 1:09 pm #

        You welcome… God Bless 🙂

  2. Zellie M. Quinn April 13, 2013 at 10:07 pm #

    Just saw “the life of PI” last night, and the main character, like you, embraces all the hardships that happen. It was a beautiful story, not afraid of spiritual things…Your poem reminds me of the movie…

    • Miro April 15, 2013 at 7:20 am #

      Thank you!

  3. Sue Dreamwalker April 18, 2013 at 9:52 am #

    Your words always touch part of my soul Miro, but these touched me more today… Each Sting makes us stronger.. for without them we would not be who we are today!
    Love and Light to you and yours

  4. Aquileana April 29, 2013 at 4:21 pm #

    what does not kill you makes you stronger; Mirô

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