~ For the ones who walked beside you, but never with you ~
We stepped into the field as if we were one,
shoulders aligned, hearts hopeful,
but the weight I carried was never matched,
and the soil beneath us told the truth.
You said the right words,
mirrored my faith like sunlight on glass—
beautiful, but without warmth.
I mistook reflection for presence.
I plowed forward, eyes on the harvest,
while you paused to admire the view.
I dug deep—into prayer, into purpose, into pain—
while you stayed at the surface, untouched, unmoved.
You were drawn to the fruit,
but not the labor.
To the strength, but not the sacrifice.
To the man, but not the mission.
We were yoked in name,
but not in soul.
You craved comfort; I craved calling.
You wanted safety; I wanted surrender.
And still, I tried to walk slow,
to match your pace, to lighten your load.
But a man can only drag purpose so far
before it becomes a burial.
Now I walk alone—
but not alone in truth.
For beside me now is clarity,
and a God who matches stride for stride.
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Author:
Sigmund Gilbert (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 30th, 2025 05:50
- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is for those who’ve loved with everything—faith, effort, vision—and still found themselves walking alone. It’s not bitter. It’s not even sad. It’s just true. Some people walk beside you, but never with you. And when you finally see the difference, the grief becomes clarity. This poem marks that moment—not of heartbreak, but of release. Of no longer dragging dead weight. Of choosing alignment with God over attachment to someone who never truly showed up.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A poem that emphasizes the difference in priorities people have. Well worded and motivating it is inspirational. Lovely and a fave
Thank you so much!!! You’ve been so kind to my words. I deeply appreciate it!
"not of heartbreak, but of release...." Finally we come to the point that we have to let go, to break free from a one-sided relationship. Letting-go is your saviour. Otherwise you become a slave to the relationship. Let go and start afresh somewhere else.
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That is a wonderfully inspiring write about how and what we choose to be inportant in our life's, enjoyed the read
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