This poem speaks to the pain my son is in everyday. Voices, feelings, guiding him away from happiness. This is my pain, his pain. How can a parent ever be happy, knowing how their children suffer? This poet knows her pain, she knows his pain. I dream of the day when they find peace, for then, I will know peace.
What an eloquent depiction of such a troubling disease. Sure, we have come far, but, in my opinion, not far enough, especially for the adolescent (guess I am unsure how old your son is),, Jane, I pray that he experiences episodes of a semblance of serenity;
ReplyDeleteSure, I'm a mom, but in no way can I empathize with this level of pain.
You are in my thoughts,
Really,
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It's so hard to see your own child in pain...
ReplyDeleteOften when I see one of my sons suffering because of his illness I wish I could change places.
A warm hug from Walter.
I pray that it will be more than a dream, Jane. May your son find peace, through a breakthrough, through something. My heart is heavy for him, and for you, this morning.
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ReplyDeleteOthers I read with this problem in their close family, and I have no words to express how sad I am for you, and them, especially one whose husband suffers great torment. (She is on my sidebar as "Mining for Diamonds"). Maybe you could visit her, she is a symphony violinist, of all things!)
I can pray that you have no unnecessary stress.
PEACE! (Thank you for sharing.)
Thank you Jane for sharing this beautiful poem and poet. Such pain as you say, in her eyes, in her words, only able to be softened by the beauty of her words, but not erased. Never erased.
ReplyDeleteMy son, Nate, who suffers with mental illness is 25 years old. He has been institutionalized on and off since he was 14. There was a time in early adulthood that all appeared okay, again. It was a time to fool myself, I guess. Anyway I thank everyone for their comments. Steve, I will look up Mining for Diamonds. I joined a group Bring Change to Mind which addresses mental illness. Peace, Jane
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