A POEM FOR OUR HURTING SOULS

A POEM FOR OUR HURTING SOULS 

Written by: Sally Golan

And here I was thinking that traveling the world would make me “tougher”. 

It hasn’t.

Not one bit. 

I am more sensitive than ever, more aware than ever, more connected than ever to the pure love, the pure nature of humanity and the pure evils of our world. 

Our world is hurting. I am hurting. Our souls are hurting and it’s not ignorable. So in my helpless ways, I do what I know best. I write. Through tears that drop from my cheeks to my hands. 

And in this moment of intense pain, I invite you to read and try, though I know it’s hard, to find a way to feel some love. 

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“Hurting souls”. 

If you’re feeling pain, I am feeling it with you. 

If we collected all of our tears, we could fill an ocean. 

If we could hear all of our hearts break at once, it would mimic the falling of a thousand trees. 

I can hear it. 

If you’re wondering why, so am I. 

If we prayed all at once, out loud, together, we would leave the universe with no choice

But 

To 

Listen. 

If you’re angry, I am furious. 

If you’re empty, I feel bottomless.  

If you could feel a stranger’s hug from the other side of the world, perhaps your heart would beat softer.

If you’re stuck in a loop, I am dizzy with you. 

If we could all close our eyes and vision something better, does it look the same? 

If the motto has always been: 

“Divide and conquer”

They have indeed conquered, 

by dividing. 

If your soul is hurting, so is mine. 

Our souls are needing a different sign. 

If you’re asking questions, you’re allowed. 

Sometimes there are no answers. 

At least not yet. 

What do we do with our hurting souls? 

We hurt together. Cry together. Break together and scream together. Perhaps this is OK. Perhaps this is what we need to do for now. Hurting is allowed so let yourself be. 

Forgive your hurting soul. 

Time cannot heal this pain. Nothing will. 

Only the togetherness of your community, 

The strength felt when holding hands in silence. 

The words exchanged through your eyes into mine. 

The dreams we share through like-mindedness. 

The tiny gifts we give each other to soothe our broken spirits. 

We will be Ok. I just don’t know when. Until then, 3 simple words to heal: 

“I love you.” 

Pass it on to a hurting soul. 

By: Sally Golan 

 

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