From the Heart
‘My pleasure‘ he said as he took her hand.
‘Pleasure’, she said in reply.
They really did talk drivel in those days of long gone by.
It really didn’t please him, and her, she couldn’t care less.
To hold her hand and open the door to pass the culture test.
I am going to drink this cuppa, and then I’ll meditate
Or maybe after I clean up, the house is such a state
I really should go deep inside, connect to the inner me
But if you saw the house right now, it’s not a sight to see
I’ll light a candle, draw the blinds and settle myself down
Now looking at the ceiling, I’ll take the cobwebs down
I really try to meditate, believe me please it’s true
But I always find there’s something else that I have got to do
Our trauma is not obvious,
so everyone can know.
It’s usually buried deep inside,
too far to really go.
Jumps up when we are unaware,
and slaps us round a bit.
Dives back before we notice,
it’s always far too quick.
We feel it in our stomaches,
we feel it in our heads.
Never really leaves our mouths,
there’s nothing to be said.
If we knew what it was made of
we would have it in our net.
But moments we remember,
are easy to forget.
And so we keep it buried,
while it’s silent and asleep.
The monster of experience,
the one we have to keep.
Listen while I’m silent and show me that you know
Watch me very closely, don’t let the small things go
My actions tell my stories, they’ll tell you of my grief
My truth is what I hold inside but only love can see
I’m muddled and confused, my thoughts are over there
If only you could sort them out, you’d do it if you care
I smile outside of you and me, I put on a good face
At other times I cry a lot, I shout, I scream, I pace
I am a lot of tiny bits, that haven’t got a place
Look into my eyes and see, they go beyond my face
Give me time and give me love, sit with me a while
I think that it is maybe you that can really find my smile
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