How I go on
Some days I carry stones,
some days sunlight.
Both belong to me,
and both keep me walking.
Loss presses down,
memory lifts up.
I live in the middle,
held by both.
I ache for what is gone,
I glow with what remains.
Between the two, I stay.
Still here.
One hand holds sorrow,
the other holds joy.
Together they steady me,
and I go on.
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In the dialect of duality,
In the dialect of duality, each stanza seems to be a symbolic representation of both what precedes and follows, caught in the middle always.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
This observation frames the
This observation frames the poem as speaking in a “dialect of duality.”
It captures the way each stanza doesn’t just present a contrast
(stones/sunlight, loss/memory, sorrow/joy) but also acts as a hinge
between what came before and what comes after.
The idea of being “caught in the middle always” mirrors the poem’s central theme:
that life is lived in tension, never fully on one side or the other.
In that sense, the comment deepens the reading
by showing how the poem’s structure enacts its meaning.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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