Guest guest Posted April 27, 2005 Report Share Posted April 27, 2005 In a message dated 4/27/2005 5:50:15 PM Central Standard Time, compucruz@... writes: > Listen > > I've been walking among you, an invisible ghost,> made tissue transparent by a thin weakened host.> With blood barely pumping and a brain that can't think,> an impassioned composer who's run out of ink> in a world that goes blind if your voice gets too small> those talking don't see that I'm hardly at all.> But that little bit barely that somehow remains> keeps poverty quiet and suffering restrained.> For a ghost who shouts loudly scares people away> And more than a miracle, I want you to stay> > To listen me into a story with sound> Listen me into a gem you have found> Like a mountain emerging from under the sea> Listen me back to who I used to be> Listen me into a body with bone> Listen to me until I'm not alone.> > Listen, my lover, until I am strong> Listen to me, I've been quiet too long. wow - that is most inspiring ty ty Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 27, 2005 Report Share Posted April 27, 2005 This poem brought several people to tears last night at our local CFIDS support group meeting. It was written by my therapist, Tamara , who recounted her story of becoming ill in 1990, and now considers herself at about 70-75% recovered... Here's her poem, written several years ago: Listen I've been walking among you, an invisible ghost, made tissue transparent by a thin weakened host. With blood barely pumping and a brain that can't think, an impassioned composer who's run out of ink in a world that goes blind if your voice gets too small those talking don't see that I'm hardly at all. But that little bit barely that somehow remains keeps poverty quiet and suffering restrained. For a ghost who shouts loudly scares people away And more than a miracle, I want you to stay To listen me into a story with sound Listen me into a gem you have found Like a mountain emerging from under the sea Listen me back to who I used to be Listen me into a body with bone Listen to me until I'm not alone. Listen, my lover, until I am strong Listen to me, I've been quiet too long. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 27, 2005 Report Share Posted April 27, 2005 That is SOOOOOOOO wonderful! I have therapist envy! Please pass on my compliments, it's an astonishing poem, to be able to say these things at all is a victory, but to do it with so few words, and manage to incorporate meter and rhyme...really a knockout. Dan, you rock. > > This poem brought several people to tears last night at our local > CFIDS support group meeting. It was written by my therapist, > Tamara , who recounted her story of becoming ill in 1990, > and now considers herself at about 70-75% recovered... > > Here's her poem, written several years ago: > > Listen > > I've been walking among you, an invisible ghost, > made tissue transparent by a thin weakened host. > With blood barely pumping and a brain that can't think, > an impassioned composer who's run out of ink > in a world that goes blind if your voice gets too small > those talking don't see that I'm hardly at all. > But that little bit barely that somehow remains > keeps poverty quiet and suffering restrained. > For a ghost who shouts loudly scares people away > And more than a miracle, I want you to stay > > To listen me into a story with sound > Listen me into a gem you have found > Like a mountain emerging from under the sea > Listen me back to who I used to be > Listen me into a body with bone > Listen to me until I'm not alone. > > Listen, my lover, until I am strong > Listen to me, I've been quiet too long. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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