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
Ramblings of an Optimist 