A poem
Not Alone, my Shaman
By
Teena Vaughn D'Annibale
You hold his pain,
You hold their fear,
Cleanse.
You know you're strong,
You know no fear,
Cleanse.
The peace you seek is not your own,
The peace you seek is how we're born.
You have the power that you seek.
Within.
Cleanse.
See your heart and power.
Strong.
See your soul and vision.
True.
Seek what makes your power grow.
Seek what makes your vision clear.
The pain comes when you cannot bare, to let them see what you most fear.
To let them feel what hurt you so.
To let them cry so they can grow.
Rock the baby in the tree but when she falls you cannot see,
the destination worth the trip,
is one you must not interrupt.
Please let them fly.
Please let them fall.
For mended bones are twice as strong.
Your hands outstretched should never catch,
until the words from their own lips request,
your power must restrain to test,
how much the mended branch will strain.
You must let go to feel no pain and free your spirit for more gain.
To help the ones who truly need,
your soul must be truly freed.
You've known the fear.
You've known the pain.
It's why you seek to cleanse and gain,
the insight that you need to heal,
the days, the pain
the real.
Most look around and see the hurt and turn and say, "Just desserts."
No blame in you as you peek,
to see their soul is rot
with holes
life's acid has burned without remorse.
No going back, it cannot heal.
No going back they cannot feel.
Most think there is no hope to find.
You look for sand, you look for silk, for anything to block the hole,
to fill that void,
to ease the pain,
to cleanse the wounds that no one sees.
To cleanse the soul no one needs.
You search and see,
you fill and stitch,
you hold them close to give reprieve to pain so hidden no one sees.
And when you're done and they are healed the light of love is revealed.
Your only payment,
holding pain,
that was yours before,
but never again.
Not all can know this hurt,
a chosen few,
the chosen who
paid a price, with a life or lack thereof,
a forever sacrifice of love,
or hate,
or pride,
it matters not the reason for their fate
for with It they have willingly paid,
for us who are too afraid.
A society of broken souls,
they move through lives unnoticed, taught to hide their selves, "Be ONE."
For she is she and he is he but when together not "one" they are taught to be.
But when alone with no one else,
an army,
broken with no gun, but fear
of self...
lost,
forever ONE?
"NO!," you scream.
Your comrades hear.
"You are one AND ONE."
"Don't fear!"
"Our deeds and souls forever stained, can be healed, there's much to gain."
But you, my shaman, you must know
To soldier on you must grow.
"BE HEALED CHILD," I want to scream.
Or whisper
So your soul feels cleaned.
But I must heed my own advice and let your self heal many times,
as broken bones can be more strong, so souls do as they limp along,
from pain inflicted for no gain, from pain not seen, not felt, in shame.
From pain I will never know, or feel or touch or cradle so,
as you have done for so very long.
To nurture as a mom, a futile feat, for this pain I shall never meet.
But you must Cleanse from other's guilt
To heal the many who have felt,
like you, my love, my life, my child,
my shaman, my world, or in a while
your soul will shrivel and die;
useless, lifeless, loveless;
forever only ONE
not
one.
So hold his pain.
So hold their fear.
But lifeless bodies roam no more,
YOUR passion here, where pain and fear are very real and some with breath are meant to heal, like you, my love, who suffered so others
can feel and heal,
and grow.
Be strong, shaman, your strength within
must be nurtured time and again.
Be strong, my soldier, who is now one,
and knows that ONE is never done but can be healed and strong again and hold the pain that never leaves to feel just like a gentle breeze.
There is love within us all
to sit beside the pain,
to catch us when we fall. But...
when it is too much to bare,
let the words escape your lips,
"I fear that I will fall and there will be nothing, no one to break my fall."
Your shaman will be there, my friend,
To hold your pain
To hold your fear
And
Cleanse.
