Friend Who Fell

Losing ones self (the ability to feel or love or care) from trauma, loss or just growing up, and finding it again in the kindness of others.

CHILDHOOD

 

Tears for my friend who fell

I cannot feel so I cannot write

But now and again music like a wave

Washes me pure becoming my voice

in a scream so raw

It leaves me empty

 

Numb and silent staring

Watching a man help a child

A stranger help an animal

And hearing in it his voice

His heart his action

seeing in it all ‘my friend’ 

Who fell before seeing any of it

 

Now all I have is all of you

And everyday you’re something new

In you I see my friend reborn

From feelings blind too much to mourn

 

But you give him body, soul and mind

By the simple act of being kind

 

In the emptiness of loss

You fill me with the

Voice of friendship

 

Your life a song that cracks my shell

With joy come tears for my friend who fell.

 

Eric H.

Reviews

[Gurleen Saluja]

Friendship is like one soul dwelling in two bodies.. The true essence is brought by your words.. Very well written

[Chris]

You've said so much - so well. The words and the tones echo on as I sat back and listened.

[emmajoy]

'Twice read from start to finish, think - think this is a journey along a long dark but seeking path; the language is quite lovely, hope grows as the ending nears. Trauma/wretchedness about self or another is a lonely, dark place.. it let's go eventually yet seems the exit's never quite open enough ..

'Now all I have is all of you ~ And everyday you’re something new ~ In you I see my friend reborn ~ From feelings blind too much to mourn .. '

[Eric]

Thanks Emma - I think your review is better poetry than the poem - however the content as you infer is 'meaty' - the raw damage of trauma that effects us our entire lives - I seldom have access to emotions that afford me such expression - so while I am not a fan of the feel, rythem or language of my poem I do find genuine meaning and an understanding of the exit even if unable to get there! Thanks for the review!

[emmajoy]

Hadn't meant my review to seem like poetry, maybe i was still wrapped in the sadness of your post. Think I understand what you mean: trauma is and remains the cruellest captor.

[Mercutio]

I enjoyed this. Good work!