Guest guest Posted October 5, 2010 Report Share Posted October 5, 2010 Ah Patti, you touched me deeply with your beautiful poem. I could have written this poem years ago.....  I feel that your sharing it with us is a way of unlocking the door to that dark room and coming out to find us. Maybe you have been in the darkness all by yourself, closed up in a room where no one could hear you or really see you, see the real you. Maybe you're afraid to expose the real you?  But you are now reaching out to all of us. That takes guts, you know. You have unlocked that door and I can hear you loud and clear and you are a dynamic, sensitive, loving woman.  Instead of waiting for someone to come and find you in the darkness, you have come out in the light. And you don't have to scream or cry anymore because we are all here for you.  What are you afraid of? What do you want us to hear? Why are you in the darkness all by yourself? Why can't anyone hear you when they do come into your dark space?  Hugs... From: Patti L <pattilbear@...> Subject: Finding the Light weightloss Date: Tuesday, October 5, 2010, 7:42 AM  When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poetry. I think our conversations about finding our passions made me think about how much I used to enjoy writing poetry and short stories. And I was pretty good, if I do say so myself. I haven't written a poem in a few years. But today, when I was writing in my journal, the following just sorta fell out of my pen. It's not very good. In fact, it's pretty bad poetry. I'm a little rusty. But what is lacks in talent, it makes up for in content. I cried when I wrote it and get teary every time I read it. It pretty much sums up all my issues. So, read it and I hope you enjoy it. Or, at least, I hope it touches someone. Finding the Light I am screaming And no one's listening. I'm crying And no one is there to catch the tears. I am trembling And no one will hold me. I am scared And no one cares. I'm inside the blackness. Darkness is all around me. I've been here forever. But I know you're there, Always just outside the darkness. And you won't look inside. You don't know I'm here. I try and try to get your attention. The things you obsess about, The anxiety you feel, The cravings that control you, They are me, Trying to reach you. But you won't look back. You don't know I'm here. You try to shut out the darkness. You think the blackness is empty. You think you need only to escape the dark. You think the blackness is holding you back. You think that light means turning away from the dark. But I am here. I am in the blackness. And I need you to find me. I'm screaming And I need you to hear me. I'm crying And I need you to feel the tears. I need you to know my fear. I am your past. I am your unknown. I am your anger and fear. I am in the blackness. Please, come find me. The future lies beyond the blackness. The only way to the light is through the dark. Step into the black and find me here. Listen to me and I will quiet. Face me and I will lose my power. Embrace me and I will disappear. Only then you will find the way. Only then you will find the light. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 5, 2010 Report Share Posted October 5, 2010 Ah Patti, you touched me deeply with your beautiful poem. I could have written this poem years ago.....  I feel that your sharing it with us is a way of unlocking the door to that dark room and coming out to find us. Maybe you have been in the darkness all by yourself, closed up in a room where no one could hear you or really see you, see the real you. Maybe you're afraid to expose the real you?  But you are now reaching out to all of us. That takes guts, you know. You have unlocked that door and I can hear you loud and clear and you are a dynamic, sensitive, loving woman.  Instead of waiting for someone to come and find you in the darkness, you have come out in the light. And you don't have to scream or cry anymore because we are all here for you.  What are you afraid of? What do you want us to hear? Why are you in the darkness all by yourself? Why can't anyone hear you when they do come into your dark space?  Hugs... From: Patti L <pattilbear@...> Subject: Finding the Light weightloss Date: Tuesday, October 5, 2010, 7:42 AM  When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poetry. I think our conversations about finding our passions made me think about how much I used to enjoy writing poetry and short stories. And I was pretty good, if I do say so myself. I haven't written a poem in a few years. But today, when I was writing in my journal, the following just sorta fell out of my pen. It's not very good. In fact, it's pretty bad poetry. I'm a little rusty. But what is lacks in talent, it makes up for in content. I cried when I wrote it and get teary every time I read it. It pretty much sums up all my issues. So, read it and I hope you enjoy it. Or, at least, I hope it touches someone. Finding the Light I am screaming And no one's listening. I'm crying And no one is there to catch the tears. I am trembling And no one will hold me. I am scared And no one cares. I'm inside the blackness. Darkness is all around me. I've been here forever. But I know you're there, Always just outside the darkness. And you won't look inside. You don't know I'm here. I try and try to get your attention. The things you obsess about, The anxiety you feel, The cravings that control you, They are me, Trying to reach you. But you won't look back. You don't know I'm here. You try to shut out the darkness. You think the blackness is empty. You think you need only to escape the dark. You think the blackness is holding you back. You think that light means turning away from the dark. But I am here. I am in the blackness. And I need you to find me. I'm screaming And I need you to hear me. I'm crying And I need you to feel the tears. I need you to know my fear. I am your past. I am your unknown. I am your anger and fear. I am in the blackness. Please, come find me. The future lies beyond the blackness. The only way to the light is through the dark. Step into the black and find me here. Listen to me and I will quiet. Face me and I will lose my power. Embrace me and I will disappear. Only then you will find the way. Only then you will find the light. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 5, 2010 Report Share Posted October 5, 2010 Patti, I was very touched by this. Keep writing - you may be surprised at what's down there. I know for me personally, writing is a way to " check in " with myself. Sometimes it reveals things I didn't even realize were going on. I have done some " inner child " work over the past year and this reminded me so much of that. Maybe you're inner child has been suppressed and wants to be acknowledged? That concept can get very deep very quickly but there are plenty of books on it if you want to explore it. Mine first surfaced after spending many years in an emotionally abusive marriage. One day I started to do some art (hadn't done any since high school). Long story short, doing that art gave me the confidence to get out of the marriage and I've made so many positive changes since then! PS - your poetry is very good and don't let anyone (esp. your inner critic) tell you differently!! On Mon, Oct 4, 2010 at 7:42 PM, Patti L <pattilbear@...> wrote: > > > When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poetry. I think our > conversations about finding our passions made me think about how much I used > to enjoy writing poetry and short stories. And I was pretty good, if I do > say so myself. > > I haven't written a poem in a few years. But today, when I was writing in > my journal, the following just sorta fell out of my pen. It's not very good. > In fact, it's pretty bad poetry. I'm a little rusty. But what is lacks in > talent, it makes up for in content. > > I cried when I wrote it and get teary every time I read it. It pretty much > sums up all my issues. So, read it and I hope you enjoy it. Or, at least, I > hope it touches someone. > > Finding the Light > > I am screaming > And no one's listening. > I'm crying > And no one is there to catch the tears. > I am trembling > And no one will hold me. > I am scared > And no one cares. > > I'm inside the blackness. > Darkness is all around me. > I've been here forever. > But I know you're there, > Always just outside the darkness. > And you won't look inside. > You don't know I'm here. > > I try and try to get your attention. > The things you obsess about, > The anxiety you feel, > The cravings that control you, > They are me, > Trying to reach you. > But you won't look back. > You don't know I'm here. > > You try to shut out the darkness. > You think the blackness is empty. > You think you need only to escape the dark. > You think the blackness is holding you back. > You think that light means turning away from the dark. > > But I am here. > I am in the blackness. > And I need you to find me. > I'm screaming > And I need you to hear me. > I'm crying > And I need you to feel the tears. > I need you to know my fear. > > I am your past. > I am your unknown. > I am your anger and fear. > I am in the blackness. > Please, come find me. > > The future lies beyond the blackness. > The only way to the light is through the dark. > Step into the black and find me here. > Listen to me and I will quiet. > Face me and I will lose my power. > Embrace me and I will disappear. > Only then you will find the way. > Only then you will find the light. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 5, 2010 Report Share Posted October 5, 2010 WOW! Patti that is GREAT poem; thank you for letting us read it. It made me think of something I wrote years ago titled: she, SHE, and . she was my hurting inside self that I preferred to ignore, SHE was my higher self that I barely knew existed, and was... me in all my pain and suffering, feelings of not belonging anywhere, not being worthy, etc. Acknowledging the " she " part was the start of being able to talk to " her, " to be able to comfort her and let her know she wasn't alone after all. I used to hug myself in bed and cry while I told her how sorry I was for not protecting her and loving her years ago. A painful as this was and at that time I certainly didn't want to tell anyone what I was doing... it was one of the better things I have done. Instead of waiting for someone (Prince Charming?) to love me inside & out - which certainly never worked for me - I could be a big girl and make friends with that poor, pitiful, sad, hurting part. And, guess what? After awhile, I began to feel " loved, " my giving what I was lacking to an entity that not only needed it but wouldn't mis-interpret it was very healing. Now " she " wasn't whining so much, wasn't feeling so sorry for herself and that allowed me, , so much freedom to move beyond self-pity toward self-caring. Last night I was surfing the web re: tapping and discovered this info on tapping on the inner child. Timely? http://1-eft.com/inner_child_eft.htm May your path be short and light shine brightly on it. > > When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poetry. I think our conversations about finding our passions made me think about how much I used to enjoy writing poetry and short stories. And I was pretty good, if I do say so myself. > > I haven't written a poem in a few years. But today, when I was writing in my journal, the following just sorta fell out of my pen. It's not very good. In fact, it's pretty bad poetry. I'm a little rusty. But what is lacks in talent, it makes up for in content. > > I cried when I wrote it and get teary every time I read it. It pretty much sums up all my issues. So, read it and I hope you enjoy it. Or, at least, I hope it touches someone. > > Finding the Light > > I am screaming > And no one's listening. > I'm crying > And no one is there to catch the tears. > I am trembling > And no one will hold me. > I am scared > And no one cares. > > I'm inside the blackness. > Darkness is all around me. > I've been here forever. > But I know you're there, > Always just outside the darkness. > And you won't look inside. > You don't know I'm here. > > I try and try to get your attention. > The things you obsess about, > The anxiety you feel, > The cravings that control you, > They are me, > Trying to reach you. > But you won't look back. > You don't know I'm here. > > You try to shut out the darkness. > You think the blackness is empty. > You think you need only to escape the dark. > You think the blackness is holding you back. > You think that light means turning away from the dark. > > But I am here. > I am in the blackness. > And I need you to find me. > I'm screaming > And I need you to hear me. > I'm crying > And I need you to feel the tears. > I need you to know my fear. > > I am your past. > I am your unknown. > I am your anger and fear. > I am in the blackness. > Please, come find me. > > The future lies beyond the blackness. > The only way to the light is through the dark. > Step into the black and find me here. > Listen to me and I will quiet. > Face me and I will lose my power. > Embrace me and I will disappear. > Only then you will find the way. > Only then you will find the light. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 6, 2010 Report Share Posted October 6, 2010 I did " inner child " work years ago when I went through some therapy. I know all about that. I had some childhood trauma to deal with. Yes, sometimes she screams and cries and I need to pay attention to her. In a way, this is about the Inner Child. I think I see this as more than that. My Inner Child will always be with me and will always need my attention. But I was thinking this was more about suppressed emotions. If we don't face the emotions and the yucky stuff we want to ignore, the emotions have a way of making themselves known. They have a lot of power over us. Once we face them and embrace them, they lose their power and will go away. I guess I'm personalizing the emotions. Anyway.... as in all poetry, we all see what we want to see. A good poem can be interpreted many different ways. Patti On Tue, Oct 5, 2010 at 1:06 PM, scalhounsousie <calmclam@...> wrote: > > > WOW! Patti that is GREAT poem; thank you for letting us read it. > > It made me think of something I wrote years ago titled: she, SHE, and > . she was my hurting inside self that I preferred to ignore, SHE was my > higher self that I barely knew existed, and was... me in all my pain > and suffering, feelings of not belonging anywhere, not being worthy, etc. > Acknowledging the " she " part was the start of being able to talk to " her, " > to be able to comfort her and let her know she wasn't alone after all. I > used to hug myself in bed and cry while I told her how sorry I was for not > protecting her and loving her years ago. A painful as this was and at that > time I certainly didn't want to tell anyone what I was doing... it was one > of the better things I have done. Instead of waiting for someone (Prince > Charming?) to love me inside & out - which certainly never worked for me - I > could be a big girl and make friends with that poor, pitiful, sad, hurting > part. And, guess what? After awhile, I began to feel " loved, " my giving what > I was lacking to an entity that not only needed it but wouldn't > mis-interpret it was very healing. Now " she " wasn't whining so much, wasn't > feeling so sorry for herself and that allowed me, , so much freedom to > move beyond self-pity toward self-caring. > > Last night I was surfing the web re: tapping and discovered this info on > tapping on the inner child. Timely? http://1-eft.com/inner_child_eft.htm > > May your path be short and light shine brightly on it. > > > > > > > > When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poetry. I think our > conversations about finding our passions made me think about how much I used > to enjoy writing poetry and short stories. And I was pretty good, if I do > say so myself. > > > > I haven't written a poem in a few years. But today, when I was writing in > my journal, the following just sorta fell out of my pen. It's not very good. > In fact, it's pretty bad poetry. I'm a little rusty. But what is lacks in > talent, it makes up for in content. > > > > I cried when I wrote it and get teary every time I read it. It pretty > much sums up all my issues. So, read it and I hope you enjoy it. Or, at > least, I hope it touches someone. > > > > Finding the Light > > > > I am screaming > > And no one's listening. > > I'm crying > > And no one is there to catch the tears. > > I am trembling > > And no one will hold me. > > I am scared > > And no one cares. > > > > I'm inside the blackness. > > Darkness is all around me. > > I've been here forever. > > But I know you're there, > > Always just outside the darkness. > > And you won't look inside. > > You don't know I'm here. > > > > I try and try to get your attention. > > The things you obsess about, > > The anxiety you feel, > > The cravings that control you, > > They are me, > > Trying to reach you. > > But you won't look back. > > You don't know I'm here. > > > > You try to shut out the darkness. > > You think the blackness is empty. > > You think you need only to escape the dark. > > You think the blackness is holding you back. > > You think that light means turning away from the dark. > > > > But I am here. > > I am in the blackness. > > And I need you to find me. > > I'm screaming > > And I need you to hear me. > > I'm crying > > And I need you to feel the tears. > > I need you to know my fear. > > > > I am your past. > > I am your unknown. > > I am your anger and fear. > > I am in the blackness. > > Please, come find me. > > > > The future lies beyond the blackness. > > The only way to the light is through the dark. > > Step into the black and find me here. > > Listen to me and I will quiet. > > Face me and I will lose my power. > > Embrace me and I will disappear. > > Only then you will find the way. > > Only then you will find the light. > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 7, 2010 Report Share Posted October 7, 2010 Thank you for the poem, Patti. I touched me deeply. One thing I noticed about myself lately is that i feel more authentic than I used to. Less misunderstood and more in tune with my emotions... So, maybe you will find over time that there are less suppressed emotions that need to find the light because you learned to love and accept yourself, all of you, your fears, anger, pain, hope, talent, every aspect of yourself. I open my heart to you and your journey! Hugs, Jantje > > > > > > When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poetry. I think our > > conversations about finding our passions made me think about how much I used > > to enjoy writing poetry and short stories. And I was pretty good, if I do > > say so myself. > > > > > > I haven't written a poem in a few years. But today, when I was writing in > > my journal, the following just sorta fell out of my pen. It's not very good. > > In fact, it's pretty bad poetry. I'm a little rusty. But what is lacks in > > talent, it makes up for in content. > > > > > > I cried when I wrote it and get teary every time I read it. It pretty > > much sums up all my issues. So, read it and I hope you enjoy it. Or, at > > least, I hope it touches someone. > > > > > > Finding the Light > > > > > > I am screaming > > > And no one's listening. > > > I'm crying > > > And no one is there to catch the tears. > > > I am trembling > > > And no one will hold me. > > > I am scared > > > And no one cares. > > > > > > I'm inside the blackness. > > > Darkness is all around me. > > > I've been here forever. > > > But I know you're there, > > > Always just outside the darkness. > > > And you won't look inside. > > > You don't know I'm here. > > > > > > I try and try to get your attention. > > > The things you obsess about, > > > The anxiety you feel, > > > The cravings that control you, > > > They are me, > > > Trying to reach you. > > > But you won't look back. > > > You don't know I'm here. > > > > > > You try to shut out the darkness. > > > You think the blackness is empty. > > > You think you need only to escape the dark. > > > You think the blackness is holding you back. > > > You think that light means turning away from the dark. > > > > > > But I am here. > > > I am in the blackness. > > > And I need you to find me. > > > I'm screaming > > > And I need you to hear me. > > > I'm crying > > > And I need you to feel the tears. > > > I need you to know my fear. > > > > > > I am your past. > > > I am your unknown. > > > I am your anger and fear. > > > I am in the blackness. > > > Please, come find me. > > > > > > The future lies beyond the blackness. > > > The only way to the light is through the dark. > > > Step into the black and find me here. > > > Listen to me and I will quiet. > > > Face me and I will lose my power. > > > Embrace me and I will disappear. > > > Only then you will find the way. > > > Only then you will find the light. > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 7, 2010 Report Share Posted October 7, 2010 Patti, poetry doesn't often speak to me--partly, I think, because I do a lot of editing in my job. So I often end up distracted by word choice, punctuation, capitalization... Trivia. Yours went right beyond that. Beyond the level of " interpretation " --what did she mean--and straight to a level of emotion. Thanks for sharing it with us. ________________________________ From: Patti L <pattilbear@...> weightloss Sent: Thu, October 7, 2010 1:52:31 AM Subject: Re: Re: Finding the Light ....But I was thinking this was more about suppressed emotions. If we don't face the emotions and the yucky stuff we want to ignore, the emotions have a way of making themselves known. They have a lot of power over us. Once we face them and embrace them, they lose their power and will go away. I guess I'm personalizing the emotions. Anyway.... as in all poetry, we all see what we want to see. A good poem can be interpreted many different ways. Patti Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 7, 2010 Report Share Posted October 7, 2010 Patti, poetry doesn't often speak to me--partly, I think, because I do a lot of editing in my job. So I often end up distracted by word choice, punctuation, capitalization... Trivia. Yours went right beyond that. Beyond the level of " interpretation " --what did she mean--and straight to a level of emotion. Thanks for sharing it with us. ________________________________ From: Patti L <pattilbear@...> weightloss Sent: Thu, October 7, 2010 1:52:31 AM Subject: Re: Re: Finding the Light ....But I was thinking this was more about suppressed emotions. If we don't face the emotions and the yucky stuff we want to ignore, the emotions have a way of making themselves known. They have a lot of power over us. Once we face them and embrace them, they lose their power and will go away. I guess I'm personalizing the emotions. Anyway.... as in all poetry, we all see what we want to see. A good poem can be interpreted many different ways. Patti Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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