Your Soul Knows

Your Soul Knows

A Poem by papaed
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Written to my son after breaking 27 bones in a vehicle accident 5 months ago. He just started walking again.

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Oh my son,

You work to relax, to play, 

to escape, to relieve stress, 

to pass the time.

You believe it’s expected, 

natural, righteous.

You’re rarely centered, balanced, 

content, relaxed, living the moment

But your soul knows.


You tell yourself, for money, 

for kids, for house, for future

Years pass with ignored dreams

lost sleep, worn body

Each day much like the last.

But your soul knows.


That fateful moment late at night

with eyes to home and hearth

with body weary and craving rest

plunging foot-first 

along a narrow well-lit path

at speeds not meant for mortals.

Your focus slid into the dark,

let dreams intrude ,

and reality exude a tempting pillow, 

soft and warm.

But your soul knew.


Then the explosion,

all consuming, without warning, 

horrid unearthly, in-human, 

lasting only a second,

filled the dark for miles

You awoke, cold and alone

soaked with fear and blood

bringing ugly painful reality

to your essence 

and to my essence

And our souls knew.


One moment sitting tall 

on the well worn path,

the next clutched 

by the metallic bone-banging

hand of fate.

One moment in control,

the next controlled/contained

in a hot steel cage pressed with pain.

One moment intact,

the next broken,

your spirit knocked askew 

and begging, lonely, cold, 

at other’s mercy.

But your soul knew.


Living through the night 

with snatches of lucid.

moments of memory grasped,

of ambulance ceiling,

of chopper rocking smooth.

Then awaking in the room 

that was to be your home

for a difficult few weeks

eyes slit in a morphine whirl,

lips begging for moisture,

hip, leg, and feet in traction, 

pain always at the edge.

Concerned family around you.

And your soul knew.


Goals became simple, but difficult.

Recover from three surgeries,

first pee, first colon function,

first food, first back on internet,

off pain-drip, then first out of bed.

travel to rehab where others are worse 

then travel to home.

The reality will fade, 

but the pins will remain.

And your soul knows.


Listen to your heart.

Yield to your passions.

Fulfill yourself.

Be the good husband and father.

You’ll be the good son.

Watch for the door.

Open it and step through.

Your soul will know.

© 2012 papaed


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Brilliant piece. In awe of your talent and the feelings your words provoke.
I just love how it so happens the poems I choose to click on when I have time to relax and enjoy, are poems like this that inspire and seem like " by chance" had nothing to do with it.

Thankful I clicked on this one! :)

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Really emotive - your writing 'rang' for me - so true re the end verse & the 'soul knows'... Thank you.
Wish your son good recovery.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliant piece. In awe of your talent and the feelings your words provoke.
I just love how it so happens the poems I choose to click on when I have time to relax and enjoy, are poems like this that inspire and seem like " by chance" had nothing to do with it.

Thankful I clicked on this one! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Beautiful

That is beautiful

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a reminder that not one of us is promised tomorrow.....mindfulness





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i can be such a wuzzle, being a dad many times over this one made me cry. an amazing write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good. Great work for your son. It had some wisdom that many could use and relate to.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has the drum of wisdom, something needed in these times of web search answers.



I like this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Good read ''Listen to your heart.

Yield to your passions.

Fulfill yourself.'' motivated and learned something from it. Amazing

Sean



Posted 10 Years Ago


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This speaks such raw emotion...I can not hope to understand how you are feeling...but my heart still clenched...brilliant write!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so many raw truths in this wonderfully penned poem on so many levels. its so good our priorities change in life as we grow older. lol...or they just change because of pivotal moments..like this...hope your son got the learnings and is recovering well.look forward to reading more of your ""real life"" poems...

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