A Healing Poem I Found

my brain and heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was to blame about how big of a mess I have become

eventually, they couldn’t be in the same room with each other

now my head and heart share custody of me

I stay with my brain during the week

and my heart gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

– instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week

and the notes they send to one another always say the same thing:

“This is all your fault”

on Sundays my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past

and on Wednesday my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future

they blame each other for the state of my life

there’s been a lot of yelling – and crying

so,

lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my gut

who serves as my unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut’s plush leather chair that’s always open for me

and I just sit sit sit until the sun comes up

last evening, my gut asked me if I was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head

I nodded

I said I didn’t know if I could live with either of them anymore

“my heart is always sad about something that happened yesterday while my head is always worried about something that may happen tomorrow.” I lamented.

my gut squeezed my hand

“I just can’t live with the mistakes of the past or my anxiety about the future.” I sighed.

my gut smiled and said:

“in that case, you should go stay with your lungs for awhile.”

I was confused – the look on my face gave it away

“If you are exhausted about your heart’s obsession with the fixed past and your mind’s focus on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs

there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now

there is only inhale

there is only exhale

there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship.”

this morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves

and while my heart was starting at old photographs

I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs

before I could even knock, she opened the door with a smile and as a gust of air embraced me she said,

“what took you so long?”

  • Author: John Roedel

*I know that the capitalization isn’t correct, but I typed it as it was written.

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12 Responses to A Healing Poem I Found

  1. Beth W. says:

    Love this! I can totally relate! I could definitely use a little more time with my lungs๐Ÿ˜Š I think my brain has been hijacking me lately๐Ÿ˜„ Great find! Thanks for sharing! โค

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    • janieleeds says:

      I’m glad you loved it! I did too – it spoke to me so I thought it might speak to others as well. ๐Ÿ™‚ Yes, getting back to my lungs as well…sorry about the brain…settle in with the lungs for a bit and let the brain recalibrate! ๐Ÿ™‚ Hugs!!

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  2. scr4pl80 says:

    Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Dwight Hyde says:

    I dig it!! Howโ€™s your health, Janie? Hope you are feeling better.

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  4. bone&silver says:

    So good. Clever fellow. And honest too

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  5. hbsuefred says:

    Loved this, especially after coming from my caregivers’ support group meeting where the best advice given was to breathe!

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