The Paradox of Opposites

Carol A. Hand


Photo: Opposites (From Free Kids Printables)

My lovely lilting laughter
Comes from deep suffering and tears
And my seemingly effortless courage
Comes from facing my darkest fears

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About Carol A. Hand

What matters are not the titles I’ve held or university degrees I earned or the size of a house or bank account. It’s really what I’ve learned from ordinary people like me whom I’ve met along the way. They taught me to live with gratitude and give thanks for each new day.
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13 Responses to The Paradox of Opposites

  1. Alok Singhal says:

    Great short write-up. And, i can relate to it too 🙂

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  2. Tiny says:

    Short, but powerful. Experienced and beautiful.

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  3. cicorm says:

    Poignant and inspiring contrast delivered most poetically. A rare combination of substance and beauty! : )

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  4. Wonderful lovely poem. I am especially touched by the lines about courage since I am focusing this week on courage and in particular women’s courage during 911.

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  5. Rajagopal says:

    Quartet so full of truth, Carol, on the interplay of black and white in life’s path. The courage that stems from facing fears head on, or the humour that is just another facet of sorrow, or the fortitude in putting up with life’s harsh realities, as articulated by Victoria Walker in her poem, ‘I like to walk in the rain / because nobody knows / that I am crying. / My sorrowful soul fills with water / And I feel I am drowning. / I like to walk in the rain / because nobody knows / that I am sighing. / My broken heart explodes with the wail / Of self pity. / I like to walk in the rain / because nobody knows / that I am lying. / the tales I tell hide the heartache / That threatens to choke me. / I like to walk in the rain / because nobody knows / that I am dying. / The final seed is sewn and the crop is harvested.” ….best wishes.

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