Something Amiss

the silence, the aching,
the numbness, the pain.

the wonder, the lightness
I try to regain.

they tell me I'm nice
I'm warm and I'm kind,

but there's something amiss
when I can't seem to find

that place within me
where calm resides,

where my heart is open
and not where it hides.

it'll allow me to hope
to love and to be,

at one with myself
and totally free

from the silence, the numbness,
the aching, the pain,

and all I don't want
my soul to contain.

(London,29 May,2003)

poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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