For Someone Out There..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when I first read these lines: let us console those
who are struggling and who cannot tell what that struggle is all about, or
let us extend our silent comfort for those who are healing themselves
from a trauma that they cannot tell anyone,

until it happens, and so here I am struggling in pain for what I cannot describe,
and here we are healing ourselves, in such silent automation, for this sickness which we just keep because we still have no power to tell it to anyone,
not even to ourselves,
something is opaque, and yet so obvious,
something is felt and yet there is noway to articulate it,
it is its nature,
the one who came and set the bed on fire
and we cannot call a fireman,
(it is not a joke, it is not about what you are thinking)
it is not obscene, nothing about porn)

it is an affair of the heart, broken into pieces, and yet you cannot
confide it to your wife, or brother, or even father and mother.

on the divine order of things, it's one which God knows, which you need not even confide to Him, because he knows you outside, and inside,
and he understands your pain, but he has not healed you completely yet,

perhaps to teach you a lesson, to make you stronger, to make you embrace the divine border and from there leap to the kingdom of heaven,

it is the one who came inside your room with a song and then when you finally slept,a suicide note is left for you to read,
and then youfor you, or word which suggests that you cannot find
love anymore,

a song of grief, a house of mourning, a day of doubt,
a haunting night.