You Are Loved, Dear Heart, You Are Loved
You’ve got a secret pocket
Hiding deep within your soul.
In it you hide emotions;
Buried alive in the deepest hole.
They bubble and they brew inside,
They fester and they rot…
…until up they come and out they explode,
Whether you want them to or not.
You are a natural ‘carer’,
A person who is kind at heart.
You overflow with love and compassion,
And that is just the start.
You’ve been ‘through hell and back again,’
And baby – you’ve survived!
So I’ll shout it from the rooftops:
I am glad you are alive!
You not only hear, you listen,
You love, you’re kind, you care.
When I need a breath of encouragement,
You are always there.
Twice you’ve visited me in psych wards,
Heck, we even met in such a place,
And just knowing that you’re still around,
That I can still see your lovely face,
Brings calming and relaxing auras,
To surround my shattered soul.
For if I were to lose you,
I know I’d not be whole.
For my friend ML who is in hospital with me for her own stuff and having a bad day today. I you swetheart. I you bigtimes.
First, a beautiful poem. I admire its structure and its natural rhythm. So fantastic, really. Second, I hope you and your friend are okay. While I've (luckily) never been admitted to a hospital before, I know it can be rough in there sometimes.