On the Other Side of Numb
author's note:
I think we're going to have to fight to keep our nerve endings in this new world we've created.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF NUMB
I couldn’t escape the vague sense
of something wrong inside
but when I asked the doctor
what the problem was
he asked me:
how do you feel?
and when I couldn’t clearly answer
I feared I might be numb
but then thought:
maybe I’ve found the problem!--
maybe by discovering
my true feelings
I’d open--
the real me would finally be
set free
and my strange malaise would end.
So with determined courage, I began
to poke about
and slowly penetrate down
to what lay beneath
that vague sense
and bit by bit, uncovered…
a storm of confused pain!
Many wounds
connected to
one big wound.
Yes, I also found love and joy inside
but feeling what I felt had not healed me
as hoped.
But at least now I could see
the source of my trouble.
I applied balms and bandages.
And when I realized I needed to do more
I learned to stitch.
Yet after years of work
I still can’t give you a happy ending:
I laugh at my old dream
of being a wise man in peace.
Tempting sometimes to stop trying
but I’m aware: to stop would be
even more frustrating--
I can say so because
I now know how I feel--
how I feel
when I doze in the dust
in the small dark corner
and how I feel
when I again
take up needle and thread.
© 2020, Michael R. Patton
Poet, Heal Thyself: poetry ebook
I think we're going to have to fight to keep our nerve endings in this new world we've created.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF NUMB
I couldn’t escape the vague sense
of something wrong inside
but when I asked the doctor
what the problem was
he asked me:
how do you feel?
and when I couldn’t clearly answer
I feared I might be numb
but then thought:
maybe I’ve found the problem!--
maybe by discovering
my true feelings
I’d open--
the real me would finally be
set free
and my strange malaise would end.
So with determined courage, I began
to poke about
and slowly penetrate down
to what lay beneath
that vague sense
and bit by bit, uncovered…
a storm of confused pain!
Many wounds
connected to
one big wound.
Yes, I also found love and joy inside
but feeling what I felt had not healed me
as hoped.
But at least now I could see
the source of my trouble.
I applied balms and bandages.
And when I realized I needed to do more
I learned to stitch.
Yet after years of work
I still can’t give you a happy ending:
I laugh at my old dream
of being a wise man in peace.
Tempting sometimes to stop trying
but I’m aware: to stop would be
even more frustrating--
I can say so because
I now know how I feel--
how I feel
when I doze in the dust
in the small dark corner
and how I feel
when I again
take up needle and thread.
© 2020, Michael R. Patton
Poet, Heal Thyself: poetry ebook
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