Free Expression

Ah, for the days of really free expression
before the words began to interfere.
When was it that the lies began
to build within our minds?

Was it when our parents started to say no,
with so much anger in their voice?
Before we ever spoke a word at all.
Or was it when, just put to bed, they'd
start to argue, keeping you awake?
Their anger hurt so much then, didn't it?
Through the generations, passing down
within a sound. We knew it without
any words at all.

I was five the day my grandpa died -
already not allowed to cry at loss.
Then came school and yet more rules
to tell us what to say and do.
Oh, and don't admit you ever feel.

Sit quiet as your body moans to move.
Don't say a word, for children should
be seen but never heard. It grows with us,
a great, unuttered need to sometimes
scream - in joy of make-believe and then,
at night when goblins linger in the closet.
The years go by, and all our dreams
are somehow turned uneasy.
Shadowy, the scenes, and often dim.

Yet even there, we seldom dare
to speak what's in our hearts
or on our minds. And so we're left
with great extremes of indigestion.
For no one ever did explain
the meaning of emotion.

A baby knows - it's mother nurturing
without a single word yet spoken.
Love so pure, uncluttered by vocation.
It giggles and it gurgles and it coos,
unembarrassed to cry out as every
newborn need arises. Emotion is an energy
that speaks in an exceptional tone
of utter clarity.

Modern day, adults they say,
and so the icemen play.
Saying that emotion's not their thing.
No matter that, when fear arises,
deep within their flesh, it shivers in the air
we breathe, and thus we feel it too.
Play the role, and keep your voice
just low enough - they think that then
we will not know their anger and
their pain.

Ah for the days of really free expression
before the words began to interfere.
When was it that the lies began
to build within our minds? And when,
the day that love was banned
from almost every conversation?
As if the mind abstained by some
command from real emotions.

Where to start ...?
When all our hearts
are hurting from the loss.
Perhaps a thought, or words within
a poet's spending spree - so free,
or then again within a little child's
shouted scream of glee,
anywhere, but this time think
and start to understand
the feel, the flow -
this need to know
of love...

? Michaelette ?

7/23/2002
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