The Burning of My Heart

I write lyrics in the day and by night
Hiding them safely away from all view
They are for me alone never to meet music
It’s to scary to let them out into the world
They speak of pain, of love, of anger, and harsh truth
The notebook safely holds them tight
Neatly typed and filed in order

Then the day of anguish came
I am grieving
In this grief so deep there are no rhymes
Lyrics turn to poems
Poems of the one I loved so deep
No greater love has come though
It is the love of mother for child
First I write you are “mine only mine”
And then comes “ I am a mother too and no one knows”
at least a dozen more are to follow
I no longer remember their names
One day, six years after the passing
In a moment of immense fear of being seen
I think if I die tomorrow I do not want anyone to see these
To see my vulnerable inner heart
I am too wounded to share that deeply
And I do not know how
I start a fire and the burning begins
The burning of my heart
It now is the one regret of my life
Oh how I wish I had the memory to call them back
To share with young mothers in loss this grief
That they can know they are not alone in that pain

One poem that came in the night from a voice on the other side
And one lyric survived the burning stuffed away somewhere
Then I stopped writing both poems and lyrics
One day the spirit wrote a poem though me and then one more
I ignored it and moved on
Til the poet muse entered my life
And said you shall write now I assign you this task
She was adamant and was not hearing any arguments
So fulfill this assignment I did
The door opened again and poems flowed out
Once again I wanted to hide
Not allow them to be seen
But spirit said no they must go out
It does not matter if they are seen, only that they can be
I would never heal keeping my heart to myself
And so I stepped them out inch by inch
Hating every moment, fearing I am not sure what
Emotions are universal we all have them
Why would my own be unusual
Why is exposure of them terrifying
Who taught me to surround them in shame
To feel I have no right to them
It is like saying I have no right to be
It must be the same people who always told me to shut up
Told so many times that eventually I did shut up
Not just my verbal words
But my whole heart
Taking me to the day of burning that heart
It will not happen again
I will not be shut up
It may have taken decades
But my voice is strong and won’t be held back
Perhaps no one will listen or care
But I will scream from the rooftops my truth
The place those people lived inside me will hold no sway
I am not that child now, I am a mother
My only child lay dead in my arms at her birth
That pivotal horrible moment of my life
Sent me down the road to spirit
And created poems along the inner pathway.

Tatiacha ~ January 8, 2018

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