For dVerse Poets Pub – Where Lisa is our host for Open Link Night.

Hi! It is Lisa (aka Li) from Tao-Talk as your host this evening. Welcome once again to dVerse’ OpenLinkNight (OLN) Thursday, where you may link up ONE of your poems. Also included are a couple of OPTIONAL prompts that you may choose to inspire you. Hoping that you are enjoying your bit of space in the world. Despite chaos in its many forms around us, poetry has a way of giving us respite, in the writing, in the reading, and in the sharing of it.

OpenLinkNight #415

How Far We Have Come

I have measured life
in countries—

a childhood carried
from one shore to another,
languages settling in my mouth
before I understood
that belonging could have
more than one address.

I have measured it
in hands—

the small fingers of children
once curled around mine,
then suddenly grown,
holding children of their own.

In photographs
where everyone is younger.

In empty chairs.

In names I still say
although no one answers.

I have measured it
in kings—

one leaving this world
while I carried new life beneath my heart,
another leaving
when that child had long since grown.

And somewhere between them
I became older too.

Not old—

older.

There is a difference.

Age is not only
what time takes.

It is what time leaves:

the courage we did not know
we possessed,

the boundaries we finally learned
to draw,

the apologies we stopped making
for taking up space,

the dreams we buried,

and the impossible little dreams
that somehow survived us.

Once, I was taught
not to speak too much of myself.

Don’t be self-centred.

So I learned to make myself smaller,
as though my story took something
from somebody else’s.

It took me years to understand:

telling your story
does not silence mine,

and telling mine
does not silence yours.

Perhaps that is one gift
of having enough road behind us.

We can turn around.

We can see the places
where we stumbled,
where we stayed too long,
where someone carried us,
where we carried someone else.

And then we look ahead—

still unfinished,
still learning,
still becoming—

and realise the distance
was never measured
in years at all.

Look how far
we have come.

💜



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24 responses to “How Far We Have Come”

  1. Lisa or Li Avatar

    Maggie, love your essay. You leave me feeling lighter, as if some baggage has been tossed aside. <3

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you so much, Lisa. 💜
      That means a lot, especially as your prompt encouraged me to look back at the road behind me. Perhaps sometimes recognising how far we’ve come lets us put down a little of what we’ve been carrying along the way. ❤️

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      1. Lisa or Li Avatar

        You are very welcome.

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  2. Dora Avatar

    How beautifully wise and moving, Maggie! A gift to be able to read. Thank you.

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you so much Dora 💜

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  3. Sadje Avatar

    A very powerful and evocative poem Maggie

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you so much, Sadje. 💜 This one came from a very personal place, so it means a lot to know that it resonated with you.

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      1. Sadje Avatar

        You’re most welcome 🤗

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  4. kim881 Avatar

    I love the way you measure life, like Elizabeth Barrett Browning counting the ways she loved Robert. A life journey in a stunning poem, Maggie. The empty chairs resonated as a dear old friend of ours died yesterday.

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you so much, Kim. 💜 I hadn’t thought of the Elizabeth Barrett Browning connection, but I love that you saw it in the way the poem measures a life. I’m so very sorry about your friend. 💔 Those empty chairs can hold so much love and memory. Sending love to you and everyone who is missing them today. ❤️

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      1. kim881 Avatar

        Always a pleasure, Maggie, and thank you very much.

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  5. Reelika Pedak Avatar

    I too grew up being taught to be quieter, more lady-like, or smaller. I too came to the realisation that me being who I am doesn’t make anyone else smaller beside me, and there is nothing bad about getting older…

    l like this piece a lot!

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you so much, Reelika. 💜 Your comment really touched me because that part was probably the hardest for me to put on the page. I grew up with that same message — be quieter, don’t take up too much space, don’t make things about yourself. It has taken me many years to understand exactly what you said so beautifully: being fully who we are does not make anyone beside us smaller. And yes, there is something rather wonderful about getting older and finally becoming comfortable taking up our own space. ❤️

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  6. Reelika Pedak Avatar

    thank you for the kind response , your poem did the same thing to me.

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  7. rothpoetry Avatar

    Beautifully written, Maggie. You are right in thinking about little ones growing becoming adults and moving on. We have come a long way with many life changes along the way! Age is not about time it is about what we have learned along the way! Well done!

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you so much, Dwight. 💜 I love the way you put that — age is not simply about time, but about everything we learn along the way. Watching our little ones grow into adults certainly makes us realise how far we’ve travelled, but also how much life has taught us on the journey. ❤️

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      1. rothpoetry Avatar

        You are very welcome, Maggie.

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Avatar

    Years go by, and aging and becoming old are so different.

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Exactly, Björn. 💜 The years will pass whether we like it or not, but aging and becoming “old” are two very different things. I hope I never become too old to remain curious, learn something new, or still have dreams ahead of me.

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  9. Christine Bolton Avatar

    Maggie, your poem is so breathtakingly beautiful. ❤️
    The words linger as if I was meant to read them, and remember them. Thank you. I regard it as a special gift I can keep opening. 🥰

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Oh Christine, thank you so much. 💜 Your words have genuinely touched me. I hesitated before sharing this one because it came from such a personal place, so to hear that the words felt as though they were meant for you is a beautiful gift in return. If something from my journey can become something you carry with you on yours, then I couldn’t ask for more from a poem. ❤️

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      1. Christine Bolton Avatar

        Maggie, thank you! It is truly beautiful 🥰

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  10. Carol anne Avatar

    beautiful write, Maggie I love this 🤗🤗💖💖

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      Thank you Carol 💜 ❤️

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