Pushing Right Back

For years I have liked Albert Camus’s,

In the midst of winter, I found there was,
within me, an invincible summer.

But I didn’t know it came from a longer poem:

Invincible

In the midst of hate, I found there was,
within me, an invincible love.

In the midst of tears, I found there was,
within me, an invincible smile.

In the midst of chaos, I found there was,
within me, an invincible calm…

I realized, through it all, that…

In the midst of winter, I found there was,
within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that
no matter how hard the world pushes against me,
within me, there’s something stronger –
something better, pushing right back.

“Pushing right back.” Yes! The older I get the more important that is.

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28 Responses to Pushing Right Back

  1. Ann Thompson says:

    Oh I love that. I have never seen this poem before. I really like that. I need to save that. Thanks for sharing.

  2. tomthebackroadstraveller says:

    …summer always comes.

  3. Pixie says:

    Thank you for sharing this. I didn’t know either.

  4. Shug says:

    This is a wonderful share!! We all have so much more inside of us that just needs to be lifted up and out.. thanks so much for sharing this poem.

  5. MadSnapper says:

    I hope my comment stayed, if not I love this post and it spoke to me on just the right day. Love you Jean.. I saved this poem

  6. MadSnapper says:

    oops must have not pushed post on the other one.

  7. Ginny Hartzler says:

    I LOVE this , it is brilliant. I would like to think that I am this way, also. But it does give me hope.

  8. Myra Guca says:

    Invincible is such a great word. When pronouncing it out loud I can even feel the ‘umpf!’.

  9. I had never heard of this poem or author before – but I like it.

  10. Barbara Harmon says:

    I Love this – I printed it so I can hang it where I see it often. Thanks so much for sharing it.

  11. DB Stewart says:

    It’s a favourite and it always feels connected to another favourite: you might also appreciate Irving Layton’s There Were No Signs.

  12. That was really nice. Yes, we need to keep pushing back.

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