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GO THERE by Sarah Carlson

Go There


Don’t go there
worst advice ever.
At least it was for me.
In truth,
it became vital to go into 
that which was causing my dis-ease.
You can wrap it up, 
store it away, 
deny its existence.
But there IS there,
will continue to be.
It’s not easy to take the leap,
plunge on in.
It can’t really be done alone,
so you’ll have to ask for help.
You’ll need support and love, 
but when the time is right,
when you hear the call or
feel the tug,
go there.
You’ll learn and grow,
gather what is necessary,
enabling you to take 
what there has to teach
and utilize it for good.
Over time you will discover 
slivers of understanding,
shards of insight,
specks of wisdom
that, together,
provide illumination and peace.
There has virtues all its own
that will mingle and mesh with
here and now
revealing the beauty 
of a familiar landscape
anew.
So go there
wander and wonder,
explore and examine,
and in time,
restore and recover.

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(Find more of Sarah's poems in her new book, The Radiance of Change, found here


Sarah Carlson has many pieces to her whole, as most of us do. Those pieces include: mother, teacher, daughter, friend, widow, sister, skier, bicyclist, hiker, coach, drummer, and poet. Sarah lives in the western foothills of Maine where opportunities to make connections amid the splendor of the rivers, lakes and mountains are plentiful. She began writing and combining her poetry with photographs of her experiences in the natural world as part of healing from the sudden loss of her husband, Barry. More of her poetry can be seen on her blog here. Her book, The Radiance of Change, (found here) can be purchased on line through the independent bookstore in her hometown of Farmington, Maine. 

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