Pain is part of life. It’s a necessary evil- helping us grow in wisdom and strength.
How often do we wish to avoid difficulties- wrapping them in cotton wool or avoiding them altogether? This poem is a reflection of such foolish wishes.

If only I could walk my talk
along the promenade of life
I would talk my walk into being

…. a totem of memories – l feel and see

If I could meander life’s puddles
gingerly side-stepping potholes
strewn before me

I would declare this totem a victory

If I could block sore memories
weaving in only that in which I believe
I would be falling and failing
beautifully ensconced in totem reveries

©Vivian Zems

Real Toads-The Works of Emily Carr