Hello friends. I hope that this Sunday finds you in a state of peace. Sundays are reserved for the songs of the Soul, here at Adulting – Second Half. Sundays are devoted to poetry. Please share your poems in my Comments section. This is a “no judgment” zone. This is a safe place for release in the form of the written word. Here is my poem for today:
I Hear You
I’m listening, Body.
You are the one who always gets ignored.
The Middle Child, mediator of the Mind and the Soul.
You don’t have the voice, or the emotion of your siblings,
But you house the heart.
You make possible the breath.
You work overtime, trying to keep everyone and everything in balance.
You subtly ask for care, but your subtly is so easy to ignore,
Until your whispers turn to cries.
Don’t let my cries, turn to screams, you say.
I’m listening, Body.
Today, I care for you.
You are the precious vehicle for my travels in life,
And for the acuity of my Mind,
And for the sensories of my Soul.
Today, I honor you and I respect you,
For everything that you give, to the whole of me.