too soon, they choose to roll over and die
Never trust one who are afraid of your tears
they have far too many dark and lonely fears
Trust that your emotions shall always guide
hold onto pain and watch it at your side
Ignore your hurts and they will only kill you
keeping secrets is never for a heart true
Crying is good for your most sacred soul
cleansing friends that make you whole
Falling onto sacred ground touched by pain
Creating a brave new heart, all over, again!
Well, even if it is close to 6 am, i am so glad that i got rid of this buzzing 'bee' that has been bothering me and my bonnet, for a few dizzying days , already.
Last week, a trusted Ministry worker, told me, " The only thing that I am worried about is that you have been crying a lot, lately, almost every time that we talk." Then, later going on to express how she felt, essentially - afraid - that i was "becoming flooded."
Right away, it reminded me of the story I had just previously recounted to her ... My beloved sister, Carol, once telling me on the phone, "Get yourself, together." in reference to me sobbing, after my son was taken, or something to that devastating effect. Well, at least this much kinder social worker, did see that this saddening behaviour exhibited; was very much lacking in "compassion." Yet, she still had her own hidden fears about expressing tears. Most probably, her own.
So many triggers did her seemingly thoughtful consideration of me and my emotions, cause .. I could have become very afraid that she may be likely to feel justified in the re-taking of my son. Even though - highly unlikely. Or, I could choose, instead, to remain pleased at myself for entrusting my truth with another .. And, even if this younger woman, employed by the lowly government and highly un-evolved bureaucratic system, had the 'power' to disempower and virtually disembowel .. I knew that I must be true to mine own self.
Afterwards, as her 'warning' words .. rang in my ears, I shared my next poetry ., "The Bridge of Transformation is made of telling tears."
Wonder if she yet, understands?
A so called friend once sagely suggested that MCFD hire me and pay me government funds to teach them.
With fearless compassion,