The Get Well

I think the title, The Get Well, is a well chosen title for a few reasons.  Friends and family offer Get Well cards and kind wishes for most anything, whether it be an emotional event, an illness, or a broken arm.  In the case of the poem, the individual has desires she wants filled, so the well is also a wishing well of sorts.  The poem could apply to either male or female, so it's OK if you can relate to the Well.

A young woman wandering down by the well,

Glimpsed her reflection and in it she fell.

The well was of wonders and places unseen,

Of images wanting, and what could have been.

Content in her moment and sure of herself,

She recalled the words of a friendly old elf.

“Breathe, darling flower, and recall the Bard,

The path you are on won’t always be hard.

The hearts you’ve laid broken along chosen path,

May number many, but that’s what thou hath.

No matter your choices, you do what you do,

For what now lays broken, can be mended too.”

She pondered the words from both elf and Bard,

Realized her lot and realized how hard –

Her climb from the well and ascent to the top,

In search of true happiness she vowed not to stop!

Now reaching the rim of the well did she pause,

She glanced back behind her and realized the cause.

The search for what’s out there beyond one’s own life,

Can cause even flowers considerable strife.

We often desire what just might have been,

But find ourselves back in that same well again.

Hold on to your friendships, lovers, and mate,

For what God endorses, no man can create.

That well’s now grown over with ivy and vine,

And all but forgotten and lost unto time.

But sometimes we pass it and give it some thought,

And wonder should we look in, or better we not?

That question can only be answered by those,

Who in it have fallen and pondered – “who knows?”