I needed you
But I could not allow my mind to know
My body knew
Even when I withdrew
There was an umbilical chord
Pulling me
Back to the place
Of earliest injury
And if in dreams I flew
Hoping to escape the pain
How long would it take me to face the truth
Escaping this wound
Was never possible
So if over years I longed and wept
And cursed and raged
Only this grief and protest
FUlly felt and released
Would help to turn the page
On a new chapter
Even as I continue to read the book
Of ancestral suffering
Let me remember there is still
A way to rise
While still keeping two feet
Firmly planted in the nourishing
If often painful ground
Of reality
A poignant poem, but uplifting in the end. Thanks and stay blessed!!
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And you..thanks so much. We have to hold our own aching hearts.
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Beautiful .. wow.. I read it to a friend, she said it was encouraging x
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That is so wonderful to hear..my poor Mum she had do.little to give. If this helps one person I feel none of that pain was for nothing. Bless you. š
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