by Michael Yost~
Then whisper that everything is all right.As adults we sometimes go through some life changing trauma that moves us closer to the realization that our time is short and very precious. If we can, we huddle and cuddle our way through whatever it is bothering us to try to make sense of the situation.If we’re alone when bad things happen, it can take our imagination into the world where things go bump in the night; and just like the child we all have inside of us, we need to be comforted. We need to be able to lay our heads on a shoulder and let out all our sorrow and sadness or we can ball into the fetal position like the armadillo to try and protect ourselves from more harm.Some of us can put aside our anxiety and expose ourselves to those around us for the support we need during these crisis; while others can only wrap themselves within and suffer silently.A strange topic for an opinion piece I agree, but we all see these walking wounded around us. They all carry themselves differently but you can tell that there is something not right. For some of them, their personality changes overnight and others just seem to crawl into their own little world little by little until they become the fly on the wall or the invisible.
As poets and artists most of us try to express our feeling through our pens, brushes or keyboards to find some relief while others hit that wall where nothing seems to give relief and our feelings are kept inside causing greater anxiety and sadness.
When you can, comfort those around you or if you need comfort, “Reach out and touch faith…”*
*Depeche Mode “Personal Jesus” Lyrics