“It is impossible to over-emphasize the immense need humans have to be really listened to, to be taken seriously, to be understood.”
― John Joseph Powell, Why Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am?
For Sylvia Plath….
I’m in a quandary,
I cannot interprete your words,
maybe “The Elm” beguils me with her knowledge!
Yet, I’ve been to the bottom, below the dark earth, to the tap root.
I know seas of dissatisfaction that thunder insanity,
I tell you its nothingness, mere trickery of the mind.
For although this dark place exists,
don’t consume your own poison,
don’t rain toxic thoughts.
Tell me, have I misunderstood you,
do you suffer the atrocity of sunsets?
Are they endings, I see them as beginnings!
It is only in darkness that love is a shadow!
Love is not an illusion, it’s within the soft flesh,
to be breathed in as your soul’s friend.
I will try to see beyond this darkness that echoes in you,
and engulfs your form.
I will try to understand you.
Let me tell you of the moon I see with different eyes.
Not a moon that drags me, or diminishes me,
but a moon that spills merciful light on me.
Let me hold you tenderly, when bad dreams possess you,
until your cry subsides. You can flap back to belonging,
Be not terrified of the dark thing that sleeps in you.
This may sound trite right now, in present darkness.
Look beyond this realm of knowledge, beyond malignity.
Use my rose-coloured spectacles…they work just fine!
Then speak again to me, in words I understand…