The Slam.. a poem by Veronica Farmer

We are born with wide eyes 
and arms 

Those first loves
friendships
warm pump fuel
for the heart  

Awakening fibres of connection 
Natural human joy

Life
Rich Life

And then
Something hits
your face grazes concrete 
Breath expelled in shock

The sudden nature
Of an imperfect act
breaks something
Of trust 
Of heart width

That rich wide heart
Slams shut..

Arms wrap the body
and the head turns focus 
from wide Creator
Great Antenna to the world 
To the dirty feet below
Kicking in the dust

No longer out to the world but down

Only we decide
How long for
How long to punish ourselves
In this internal prison 

For self punishment it is
To be that separate
Alone
And distrusting
When your power 
Is as wide as sunlight
When it cannot express
and is kept volcano hid
it rattles
creates madness

At any moment though 
The angry silent violent voice
Of separation
Can be evicted
And the heart door slammed back open

It usually happens in one playful moment 
of abandon

The sweetness 
That never left you 
still waiting patiently beneath 
peeks out 
When your child's dimpled laugh
Stops time

Or when you reach up and climb
Swing from a tree
Roll down a hill 
Run!
 
This way you return to your childlike heart
And swing open the door
The illusion 
The Grey
Is shown for the fraud it is

Don't listen
To the slammed unforgiving mind 
She/He would like to tell you
that Alone
Lonely
And 
Safe
is best

But it's boring
No fun
At all! 

The child You is Queen, is King
A Great Sovereign Being
If only you would let it
Rule
once again
It would ride the waves of life
with head held high
and a smile
as broad as the beach

All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer 2016
See also www.madebeautifulbyscars.com for Veronica's shared writing project