What brings pain

Is not listening to our own hearts

Our own bodies

Our own thoughts

For when we aren’t quiet enough to their whispers

Those whispers gradually become louder

Until they are screams

And like a child, tugging at your sleeve

A small request for attention that is ignored

Soon becomes a tantrum and a show

So give attention with your full presence

to what is asking to be seen

And heard

Because only through acknowledgement

May it be released

May it be healed

Published by Lorena Gregory

Kansas City local, writer, proud pet, plant and art owner, lover of things that matter, sunshine, music and books. I'm a curious, optimistic person who cares big and laughs loud.

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