This year has swallowed, gulped you down whole
The crafting of a body and an etching of a soul through
Pain, prayer, and drink to wash it
Like an after burn with salt on a wound.
As you wake in the morning and sink into regret.
The voices start accusing and requiring payment
In the form of I am sorrys and I never will agains
But as they roll off the tongue the heart sinks
into the knowledge that the promise cannot be kept.
When you were younger, you pushed this all aside
It was everyone else pushin’
and you were the one to run and hide yourself and
Find them,
and pull them,
and lift them,
and help them to stand while,
you were hoping to just feel the sun on your face
And a humble pride.
I understand that humanity in us all,
That you frequently displayed,
Sunken and hidden and didn’t know what you thought
or believed,
or would say,
oh erase all the pain that was laid out broken,
bare, and never repaired, until later.
The necessary voice that tells you to be that help
Caring for others beyond yourself,
is rooted in a childhood
Good and full,
And told yourself that you should recede to the back in service,
But the human heart draws out the loneliness rather than the gift of it,
And you thought you had to apply and beg and cry for a chance.
It’s actually no one’s fault, I know you say.
No one’s fault.
Everyone doing all the things they had to,
and compassion runs deeper than the sadness or dullness.
It’s the feeling that is embedded down beneath in the soul when one
is obliged as a child
and told to comply,
and obey and not speak
Without truly being taught why one’s silence is often a strength.
It’s the sister who needs you to carry her limbs
And the brother who needs advice,
My parents always told me to speak
but the others told us that silence was goodness and goodness
was meekness and meekness
was likable
And full of compliance but I always just wanted to care for
Each of them without
Obligation from the outside that was truncated and short.
But that’s how I married my husband
the same way that we pass down from generations that coping
despite the fact that my
Parents taught me to speak up and learn for myself.
It’s a mark on me
That I yearly, monthly, weekly, and daily,
change and try to relearn.
This idea that our right doings and character is often wrapped up in a
Dull understanding, an opaque realization of the power
Of Christ’s words.
And he always, always loves me, to the ends
Softening all emotions
Eyes to eyes, soul to soul,
Understanding that no one else could
That push me to be
But never needed to be,
For him to love me.
I wish that I was not
All the things that make me so different the way you do as well.
And does he.
And we meet together in a little swing set
Yard in our youth, but now
We built our outdoor dream together
In our garden, with cigars and wine, sun and wind,
And here we stand, full and strong, when it is that
We realize our strength comes without bounds and is
Taught properly and fully and our silence is strength.
I always knew I knew strong people, but
It wasn’t until I became silently strong that I understood,
They build me.
On Tue, Mar 9, 2021, 8:55 PM E.H. Uminn Underdog Achiever wrote:
> E.H. Uminn posted: ” This year has swallowed, gulped you down whole The > crafting of a body and an etching of a soul through Pain, prayer and drink > to wash it Like an after burn with salt on a wound. As you wake in the > morning and sink into regret. The vo” >