| Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted October 28, 2008 |
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A Poem of Love for One who hears the screams.
Silent Screams
by adewpearl
For my sister, Dee.
We most of us our demons cast aside
and find for them a small and silent place
where they can unobtrusively reside,
tucked quietly away, if not erased.
It's not that we don't suffer or despair,
but rather that some secret's been passed down,
allowing us to shelve our torments where
their shrieks are stifled, not unceasing sound.
But some, I fear, the secret don't receive -
its whisper lost beneath relentless cries,
so what for us is intermittent grief
screams through their thoughts each day of their lives.
Could I but write the verse that would release
the words that could be heard to bring them peace.
We most of us our demons cast aside
and find for them a small and silent place
where they can unobtrusively reside,
tucked quietly away, if not erased.
It's not that we don't suffer or despair,
but rather that some secret's been passed down,
allowing us to shelve our torments where
their shrieks are stifled, not unceasing sound.
But some, I fear, the secret don't receive -
its whisper lost beneath relentless cries,
so what for us is intermittent grief
screams through their thoughts each day of their lives.
Could I but write the verse that would release
the words that could be heard to bring them peace.
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My sister suffered her first "nervous breakdown" shortly after the birth of her first son, who was born just days after the death of our mother. That was 49 long years ago.
Each day for half a century has been a struggle with demons for her. I have had days of grief and despair in my life, as have we all. She and too many others like her live such days almost every day of their lives. Dee does not present to the world as a hero, but I could never be brave enough to face the world each day as the world seems to her. I will never show this poem to her, but I share it with you as my love song to her.
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and 2 member cents. Each day for half a century has been a struggle with demons for her. I have had days of grief and despair in my life, as have we all. She and too many others like her live such days almost every day of their lives. Dee does not present to the world as a hero, but I could never be brave enough to face the world each day as the world seems to her. I will never show this poem to her, but I share it with you as my love song to her.
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