It seems we all carry stories about our lives, private pains we’ve gone in and through. It was my first visit to Maui, last December, that inspired this poem. I met so many people with their heart open, so willing to share with me something so deeply personal to them, even in just chance conversations. This poem honors the people of Maui and all the rest of us who carry these little pockets, and especially those who despite it all, live with their hearts open.
almost entirely hidden
we carry this
a little pocket of pain
the one that time didn’t heal
tucked where it can’t easily be seen
something trivial and you bump into it
unexpected, it’s still tender
sometimes pieces tumble out
“it’s been ten years since …”
“I haven’t forgetten the moment when …”
the lyrics of our wounds differ
but that we are inevitably moved upon
by them is what we share
for what breaks us, shapes us
into something more
and sensing this in each other
we silently walk together on the street
where there are no strangers
©heartsdeesire
A beautiful poem
thank you kseverny.
This is so beautiful, it made me cry.
Love,
M
Thank you Marie, that is the highest praise, hearing that it moved you. Love you too
This is beautiful, Bethie. It reminds me of that quote: “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle” –by Plato (though some say it’s by the Philo of Alexander; who can really claim ownership to the truth of the pain humans bare?)…You say it gently and with a reminder that it need not separate but rather bond us in our separate journeys…
ty, a nice overcasty mid-day poem to go with my dandelion tea!:)
Thank you Laurie. What you’ve written is beautifully articulated. I drink dandelion tea, too. :)