Listen
I made this poem into a song, as well. People have said it’s sad, but I think it’s empowering. And I think, with music, it will be a damn good song. I think of it as a kind of #metoo song.
When the dreams come
Even during the day
Then it’s time to
Pack those memories away
Keep your back up
Like you can’t fall
If it’s you
Just go numb
Feel nothing at all
The pain , I know, is crippling
It’ll eat you up alive
Don’t you allow it
Listen to me now
I know you’ll survive
Don’t show emotion
Don’t even let them in
Never cry
Because that’s how they win
When the dreams come
In the dead of night
Just remind yourself
You put up one hell of a fight
They’ll point fingers
Don’t rub your wounds with their salt
They’ll try to place blame
But listen to me now
This was not your fault
The pain , I know, is crippling
It’ll eat you up alive
Don’t you allow it
Listen to me now
I know you’ll survive
I stand with you
I grieve with you
But most of all, know
I believe you
The pain, I know, is crippling
But you’ve already arrived
The tides of change are rippling
You’ve already survived
Listen to me now
Listen to me now
Listen
You don’t have to despair
That your soul won’t repair
Because you’re
You’re already there.