Speak to me

Speak to my pain

When you verbalize

When you put into words

What has been unspeakable

You let me know 

It is acceptable

To have this pain inside

Speak to my hurt

As if by sharing

You divide the weight

You shave off 

Part of the unbearability

You bring a brief respite

Creating less of a strain to stand

Speak to my sorrow

So many times

In this short span we call life

This heavy laden brush

Has painted scenes

Sloppy and running

Finding its way

Filling the crevices

Speak to my loneliness 

Let me know

We share this darkness

Speak, so we may commiserate 

So we might drink together

From the same bitter cup

And know we are not alone

Speak to my error

Tell me, life is not all sadness

Make me see, the sun still shines

Help me understand, what is beyond

Past my pain, through my hurt

On the far side of my sorrow

In the middle of my loneliness 

Speak to me of love

Show me the unsparing outpouring

From family and friends

Gleaming beneath the smudges

Of living my life

With its dramas 

Of death and betrayal 

Speak to me of healing

Tell me of its silence

Stealthily moving inside

Gently binding the edges

Permeating throughout 

Working its slow magic

Allowing belief and trust

Speak to me of joy

Operating at a depth

Far greater than happiness

Not tethered to circumstance or event

Happiness is an escaping balloon

Driven by every wind

While joy is in every breath

Speak to me of living ..

A collection

A hodgepodge 

A collage

With pain and hurt and healing

With sorrow and joy

With loneliness and love

Remind me 

With your words

Laced with life

Speak to me

© Ron Simpson Jr.