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Pain

Pain

Pain,
Why does it always feel so wrong,
So far from peaceful, never strong.

 

Always there, that endless ache,
Why can’t I just be, for my own sake.

 

They say you always have a choice,
Many paths, so raise your voice.

 

Do I choose to stay the victim’s way,
Or gather myself and face the day.

 

Do I take the power from that ‘dirty’pain,
And use it to feel whole again.

 

To feel content, to truly shine,
instead of drowning in pain all the time.

 

 

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Cindy Schellekens

I dedicate this poem to my father Jo, born on August 1, 1947.
Sadly, my father is no longer with us, but he will always hold a special place close to my heart <3

I would also like to draw special attention to the writer Jopie Breemer.
Jopie Breemer is not particularly known for his literary works, but rather for being the heart of Amsterdam’s Bohemian scene in the first decade of the 20th century.

His modest dwelling, affectionately called “the Jopiehol”, was a lively meeting place for artists, scientists, and writers from all walks of life.
There, people recited poetry, sang, debated, gossiped, flirted and all under the quiet guidance of a most entertaining host.

With a gently mocking comment, Jopie could calm even the fiercest tempers.

He never served alcohol, only water, milk, and above all, tea.

Wouldn’t it be something if we could call the countries at war and ask if they'd trade their disputed lands for a “Jopiehol” instead.

In remembrance of all war victims. <3
If only it were that simple.
I would much rather have a Jopiehol...

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John Loopstra

Hi there, probably not unexpected🤣 I like the honesty of these lines and yes, share some of the questions. I think this might help you to heal, as you know it does for me. Yes, we could use a "Jopiehol" on every corner of every street of the world. Use the words to feel your pain and use the flow of the words to "evict" the pain (meaning listen/feel the rhythm of the sentence, it helps keep the flow of emotions coming, essing all issues in the end). Dad's surprised by this "line of action"... Wont see u out at the office any longer but hopefully we meet often on Cosmo... Keep it up

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Cindy Schellekens

Hi John, 
Thank you so much. I secretly hoped you would respond and at the same time, I didn’t really expect it anymore.  
It’s a shame we won’t see each other at the office again. I always found our conversations so interesting and meaningful.  
And yes, I get what you mean about the flow of the words. I noticed it too while writing. I just didn’t think I had it in me. After all, this was only my second post. When I look back at my first one… I find it kind of embarrassing. Let’s just say: Not even the dogs would want to chew on that one 😅 
Thanks again for your thoughtful reply, it means a lot!
With love, Cindy 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I deal with much physical pain, and really like your poem! I mostly like your courage! You must have had a great Father! welcome to this gathering of many different ideas that can exist all at once together with some good and some lurking fallen stalkers! but many adding joy! Hope you continue to add! your wisdom here!.......................................................................................Jim

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Cindy Schellekens

Hi Jim, 
Thank you so much for your kind words! It truly means a lot to me. Yes, my father was a wonderful man, and his strength still inspires me every day. I'm grateful to be part of this special space where so many voices and ideas come together. Wishing you strength in dealing with your physical pain, and thank you again for your warm welcome!
Take care, Cindy 

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