Last WEP I typed up a very personal piece and at the last minute decided not to participate. I had a lot going on and sharing my insides did not feel comfortable. For whatever reason, the same thing is still on my mind. Of course, it is. It is life! I am still not ready to share the other piece, but I could not miss out again just because I was too afraid. After all, this is the time of year to face one's fears.
So here is a poem I wrote. It touches on the same subject. Maybe you will feel the emotion and maybe you will understand my words before I explain them. (And maybe it has been too long since I wrote poetry and I have no idea what I'm doing) ;)
To see other entries in this month's WEP, click the badge above. Read them all, you will be glad you did!"The Scream is Silent"
What is wrong with him?
Why do you do that?
Why can’t you listen?
Focus, look at me?
Look at me.
Why did you…
Look at me.
What happened?
Tell me what happened.
Look at me.
That doesn’t make sense.
What did you do?
I can’t believe he is so smart.
You’re such a great mom.
How did he learn that?
Where did he learn that?
I love what you did.
That looks so nice.
Fantastic work, kiddo.
Why does he do that?
Oh, that’s why.
Pushing
Spitting
Kicking
Name-calling
Screaming
Painting
Sewing
Building
Designing
Creating
Masking.
The scream is silent.