Poem: Ode to a Sentient Life
Ode to Tender and Sentient Souls
"The truth about childhood is stored up in our body, and although we can repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated, our perceptions confused, and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill" —Alice Miller
We need to promote kindness. Human beings learn from kindness, not from abuse. David Helfgott was a child prodigy who had an abusive father whose prophecy was to possess his son and his craft. He subjected David to so much harm that he had to be placed in an institution. David's harbinger later on in adult life was his wife who brought him back to his music, but unfortunately, a price was exacted on this poor sensitive soul. Enjoy David's musical prowess and as you read this poem.
This piece is dedicated to all the victims of abuse.
One day falls into another with nowhere to go.
A life with no purpose,
a life all alone.
Emptiness is a void that drains veins dry.
A once vibrant body
is no longer alive.
Colors fade into darkness, nothing beats on the horizon.
A once sentient life, no longer enlivened.
Surrounded by falsehood, cloaked in secrecy,
partakers gloat at the corpse beneath them.
Sequelae overtakes the once living soul,
deteriorating it until it is no longer whole.
This force that did adumbrate, cast its
net and forcibly it did infiltrate.
Though disingenuous as this force may be,
I must believe there is a harbinger
that awaits me.