Chronicles Of A Stay At Home Mom: be caring smile poem
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
My smile hid so much
It covered the rips and tears in my heart and soul
It was the band-aid to a wound so deep there was no cure
My tears poured when the sun left the sky
My bed shook with the aches of my heart
No one to talk to. No one who cared.
In the end it was just me and my smile –
the band-aid to a wound so deep there was no cure.
Misha Jan 17th 2012
The other night I was talking to my husband about life and people and how it’s amazing the pain that is hidden each and everyday by our friends, family, neighbors, strangers…
Some pain is great, some pain is passing, some pain is never ending, while others come from perplexing situations. People cope, or they try. Others succumb and just *end it all*.
Could I be a light? Could I be the one ray of hope someone has?
I have to admit, there have been times where I was so, completely low and someone’s smile or reassuring hand on my back could have made all the difference in the world, but there was no one there for me. It’s the worst feeling in the world to be in a room of talking faces, and not a one — not.a.one — knows the pain you suffer. And how should they? How could they? There was that smile…that band-aid. It fools a lot of people. I’ve even been fooled. But, I’ve gotten smarter, yes I have, I look past the smile and right into the eyes. More than once I’ve called people out and confronted them with their sadness. I would want someone to do the same for me.
Be vigilant. Don’t always believe that beguiling smile. Put yourself out on a limb to love someone who may not feel loved or understood. And then, be careful not to judge too harshly, because one day you just might need them, too.