Wounded Healer:


I feel the stirrings of a song
That wants to sing to your dance
It's sad melancholy tune
Making itself heard slowly, surely

I feel the stirrings of love
For the people behind the wounded wounding words
I want to heal the words
But know not how
To have words of truth that cut not
like a scalpel
Removing what pains with pain


Friends , see you not how
You reflect yourself  and me?
See you not how your hurt becomes my hurt?
Can you see your wounds in the mirror of my heart?


:Suriya Osman



Dear friends,

I did not realise my poems could not be understood by some, but now that I do I ll explain it, perhaps there is some gain from understanding the poem which is a healing poem, healing for me and for those who understand the meaning:Of course feel free to interpret it your own way. I was told that poems may mean more than what the writer means.

Explanation:
I feel the stirrings of a song
That wants to sing to your dance

We react to what people do and say ie their dance

It's sad melancholy tune
Making itself heard slowly, surely

Sometimes we react with sadness when the person we "sing" to is angry or hurt or lashing out or simply being mean.

I feel the stirrings of love

It is difficult to do, but sometimes we can feel compassion and sympathy which are aspects of love

For the people behind the wounded wounding words

When a person is hurt they lash out and the words they lash out with are wounding, so the person who is wounded reacts with wounding words

I want to heal the words
But know not how

When we feel compassion and know the reasons behind the wounding words, we want to heal them but in order to heal them, telling them the truth about themselve may hurt as shown in the below verses

To have words of truth that cut not like a scalpel
Removing what pains with pain
 
Because when we tell them what they need to hear, the words themselves may hurt, but we also know that to remove something bad, like for eg a tumour we need to cut with a scalpel, thus removing the pain of the tumour with the pain of the scalpel knife.While one is a pain from disease the other is the pain of the healing from the disease but it still hurts

It is from not wanting to use hurtful words that this poem was born


Friends , see you not how
You reflect yourself  and me?

I realise that we are all the same, we hurt for the same reasons , we sometimes are wise but sometimes we lash out too , so the person who says the wounded wounding words may be me the next time.

See you not how your hurt becomes my hurt?
Can you see your wounds in the mirror of my heart?

When we understand the hurt of a person , we empathise and feel the same, and so, being a wounded healer, the wounds of the hurt one and the hurting one become the wounds of the healer and is reflected in the mirror of the healer's heart.

wasallam

With love
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