Someone else's anger
Is ripping a hole in my chest
I stay close by and listen
And try not to ingest
The spirit that pours
From their wounded soul
Hoping one day
Something or Someone would make them whole
Something or Someone
Would find a way
To heal what ails them
And here I stay
Listening with a healing heart
Hoping I won't break
Not understanding or knowing
The next step I need to take
Frozen as I wait
For the storm to pass
Confident that it will
And the anger doesn't last
My embrace tells them I did not break
I am stronger than I feel
Because Something or Someone
Is finally becoming real
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's note: Written February 8, 2021: I am still vague on the name I have for the "Something or Someone" that is becoming real. But when I am in a space where breaking seems like a more human response, I am finding "Something or Someone" is becoming more of a reality, than just a hope. I still won't be pressured to box myself in to a corner when it comes to putting a more definitive label on the "Something or Someone"… but I am trying to be creative in my selections. With so many languages, come so many names, so I am not in a rush to narrow it down to one for me. Maybe there is a beauty in the multitude of monikers for the Divine. After all, there is an affection evident each time a new name comes forth, because it doesn't have to define the Creator (which seems absurd to me) , as much as it might more define the connection between the Creator and the Created.
