A hurting

There is a hurting that lives in side of me

Sometimes it is hard to come to terms with

And yet I also know it is not the whole of me

Only a legacy

Of those painful things that happened

At the hands of others

Sometimes the lingering remnants of pain

Made me feel so unfree

And today

When you hammered me with the reality you see

Of how family have completely disregarded me

It was painful to hear

As part of me thought this validation is also

A kind of prison for me

There was never a time I felt that those

Who put money, power and control over

Care for a fragile person’s vulnerable heart

Could really be that blind

So blinkered, shut down and unkind

And to see how then

They may cut us down

To rise in power and denial

Felt like a double wound

And yet the truth is

This dark side is so real

But so is the power of a mind

That sees so clearly

Into the true reality

Of the disempowered Self

That lost its ground

In a world driven by an almost psychotic

Hyper-masculinity?

Isn’t it the ones

Who are falling apart

Who will give birth to the new seeds

And embrace the regenerative spirit of life that is calling

Us out of the shadows?

Is it not those who draw closer a feminine reality

Existing so far

Outside the collective trance

Who truly have the power

For change

In a world that seems to have gone

Deaf, dumb and blind

To the prison mankind created

When it split the world

Into dualistic interpretations

Of black and white

Exiling the truth tellers

With a diagnosis of insanity

When really it is they

Who in hiding their fragility

Behind masks of control

Are holding in all of the unshed tears

The collective grief

The healing flood

Of ache for earth mother lost

Who sees and weeps for a truth

The barren hollow soul

Will not allow

A path of expression

Into this world?