So I had the very fortunate luck of coming across a poem“Pull Me Down” by blogger and poet Heather Sawaya over at Heather Sawaya Poetry. It made me cry. A lot. And it’s so insightful as to what it’s like for a caregiver/lover/best friend/helper of someone with so much suffering. She’s an advocate for survivors. Here’s what she says about “Pull Me Down”:
“The poem, Pull Me Down, means a great deal to me. It speaks of both my purpose for writing, and also the inspiration for my next book. I am most moved by people who have gone through the worst life has to offer, yet, find the strength to keep moving toward something better.”
I’ve just started speaking with her on her facebook page and never have I met a more compassionate person. Visit her page, you’ll see what I mean. She has given me permission to share Pull Me Down with all of you. Enjoy.
(all rights to this poem solely belong to Heather Sawaya)
(I apologize if her formatting doesn’t publish correctly)
PULL ME DOWN
Pull me down
to that place
you don’t allow words.
I have never been
afraid of the dark.
Scatter the fragments, I will
speak on your behalf
against the tidal pain
of your past, I will
fight for the remnants of
who you once were.
You will be heard like the
thunderclap of retribution
and they will all know
what cannot be undone.
Pull me down
to that place
that made you
who you are.
I will channel your truth
as if it were my own,
harness it during your departure
to calmer waters where
exile moons
will both grieve and heal the
loss upon loss upon loss
that sent you fleeing
to that place
you don’t allow light.
Pull me down
and I will fly you out
on the wings
of your suffering,
waiting to be told.
Difficult Degrees 