Okay, where did this come from? I sat down intent on writing an article on supplements, or Lyme remedies, or MRI updates -all is well;)- but out of nowhere this poem just shot right out of my soul and unto this paper. I am both surprised and a little baffled. It pushed its way into existence with force and speed almost as if to shout “I must be heard!” So here it goes, the rest is dull. (It’s raw and unedited, it wants its authenticity.)
Behind the suffering
lies a naked soul
who loves to cry and loudly soar
and lives to struggle, above it all
it’s made of trouble and also bore.
But suffering is all but done
with happy people. Now it’s gone
on passive pastures full of thorns
that’s where it lies above them all.
From there collects the roasting roars
and gives them meaning, then sends them ashore
a land where happiness but gorges
and laughter cycles on shined poles.
It’s there you’ll find the grateful soul
which brings along their broken roar
it’s there where suffering reveals
its truest colors of bright rubine. -Carmen McKnight