I see,
I see your head held
high
And,
Your reassuring smile.
I hear,
I hear you laugh so tender,
And
Your words so meticulously stung together.
I also feel.
I feel,
I feel your pain so
strong beneath
And
Your gut wrenching
agony.
I feel,
I feel your despair,
Your inner light fading.
Like a silent roar it
pierces through the words unspoken,
I hangs like an ornament
over the mirage you try to create.
I see,
I hear,
I also feel.
xoxo
Chido Dziva Chikwari
This doesn’t happen often but sometimes in life we go
through stuff that literally tears us apart. And sometimes although the worst
has happened we do not shed visible tears or walk with our heads hanging low.
Sometimes we do not run to tell our closest friends or family what misfortunes
we have come across and sometimes our pain and heartache we keep wholly as our
own, dealt with in the confines of our private spaces. I am reminded of the
shona saying, “Chakafukidza dzimba matenga”.
The reasons for this are varied but it is during these times
that we wake up each day and put up a front. We show up, we smile, we act…we
act as if things are okay, as if things are normal.
This post was inspired but what I believe to be a similar experience
but from an outside view. An experience where although a close friend or family member doesn’t want to share what they are going through you
can still feel and see as well as hear with your heart that things are not
okay. As a friend/sister/brother this can be an extremely tough time. How can
you help someone when they won’t share with you what is wrong? How can you help
someone when they do not want you to know that there is something wrong? You
wish that they could just cry out so that you can hold them close and tell them
that things will be okay but instead you are also forced to pretend; to ‘act’
as if all is well.
"Even a happy life cannot be
without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it
were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along
with patience and equanimity."
Carl Jung