Do you think perhaps you piqued too soon?
To notice the stars and the moon,
Like Freud, did you get hysterical
About a woman’s cycles?
Or like Jung, did you fear the dark?
Unknowing how to handle, how to protect
Yourself from the demons of the night,
Did you get a fright when the mirror looked back at you?
Calling you to see, to listen, to face the truth?
Or did you run and hide from the light,
Scared its power would reveal your shadow,
Your ego calling you to think you know it all?
That there wasn’t more you could learn?
That those with other qualifications,
Might understand sedation
Better than you, with experience
And the wisdom of the ages
As their teacher, you judged them as a preacher
And failed to see the power, in the hour
Where they had been called to stand,
To not “wholly comply” with the lies.
To reveal what they knew, what they had been taught,
The gifts they had been given as they prayed to heaven,
For a better world, for more healing, for more feeling,
For light to shine in the darkness
And truth and justice to prevail
in the end.