Wounded
Healer:
I
feel the stirrings of a song
That wants to sing to your dance
It's sad melancholy tune
Making itself heard slowly, surely
I feel the stirrings of love
For the people behind the wounded
wounding words
I want to heal the words
But know not how
To have words of truth that cut not
like a scalpel
Removing what pains with pain
Friends , see you not how
You reflect yourself and me?
See you not how your hurt becomes my hurt?
Can you see your wounds in the mirror of my heart?
:Suriya Osman
Dear friends,
I did not realise my poems could not be understood by some, but now
that
I do I ll
explain it, perhaps there is some gain from understanding the poem
which is a healing poem, healing for me and for those who understand
the meaning:Of course feel free to interpret it your own way. I was
told that poems may mean more than what the writer means.
Explanation:
I feel the stirrings of a song
That wants to sing to your dance
We react to what people do and say ie their dance
It's sad melancholy tune
Making itself heard slowly, surely
Sometimes we react with sadness when the person we "sing" to is
angry or hurt or lashing out or simply being mean.
I feel the stirrings of love
It is difficult to do, but sometimes we can feel compassion and
sympathy which are aspects of love
For the people behind the wounded wounding words
When a person is hurt they lash out and the words they lash out with
are wounding, so the person who is wounded reacts with wounding words
I want to heal the words
But know not how
When we feel compassion and know the reasons behind the wounding
words, we want to heal them but in order to heal them, telling them the
truth about themselve may hurt as shown in the below verses
To have words of truth that cut not
like a scalpel
Removing what pains with pain
Because when we tell them what they need to hear, the words
themselves
may hurt, but we also know that to remove something bad, like for eg a
tumour we need to cut with a scalpel, thus removing the pain of the
tumour with the pain of the scalpel knife.While one is a pain
from disease the other is the pain of the healing
from the disease but it still hurts
It is from not wanting to use hurtful words that this poem was born
Friends , see you not how
You reflect yourself and me?
I realise that we are all the same, we hurt for the same reasons ,
we
sometimes are wise but sometimes we lash out too , so the person who
says the wounded wounding words may be me the next time.
See you not how your hurt becomes my hurt?
Can you see your wounds in the mirror of my heart?
When we understand the hurt of a person , we empathise and feel the
same, and so, being a wounded healer, the wounds of the hurt one and
the hurting one become the wounds of the healer and is reflected in the
mirror of the healer's heart.
wasallam
With love
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