I had written the following poem some time ago before my new chapter, unaware that I would be able to identify with the content later on. This was an earlier post but i tweaked it to ft this theme. As I have begun to share with others, I am amazed at the stories I am hearing. As life would have it, each of us will go through something. It is what we do with that "something" that tells the story.
so many hurts and a silent cry,
could be heard if listen we dare,
to offer kind words to show we care.
Why do we pretend all is well,
when deep down we're going through hell?
Do we really want to cry, but laugh instead,
to avoid facing what's in our head?
We hide behind busyness or lots of TV,
to cloud the picture we don't want to see.
Avoiding the telephone when it rings,
keeping to ourselves, we don't say a thing.
The longer we ignore the pain that we feel,
the greater the time we will need to heal.
So even though some marriages are slipping away,