Trouble Me
Natalie Merchant
Trouble me
Disturb me with all your cares and you worries
Trouble me
on the days when you feel spent
Disturb me with all your cares and you worries
Trouble me
on the days when you feel spent
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me
Speak to me
Don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling
There's no telling where it starts or how it ends
Speak to me
Don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling
There's no telling where it starts or how it ends
Speak to me
Why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me
when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.
Let me
have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning
Please don't hide them just because of tears
Let me
send you off to sleep with a
"There, there, now stop your turning and tossing"
Let me
know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare me?
Don't spare me anything troubling
Trouble me
Disturb me with all your cares and you worries
Speak to me
and let our words build a shelter from the storm
Lastly,
Let me know what I can mend
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see
Trust is what I'm offering if you
Trouble me
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I've posted this one before, but it's always a good one to remember.
Shoulders
A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world's most sensitive cargo
but he's not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy's dream
deep inside him.
We're not going to be able
to live in this world
if we're not willing to do what he's doing
with one another.
The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world's most sensitive cargo
but he's not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy's dream
deep inside him.
We're not going to be able
to live in this world
if we're not willing to do what he's doing
with one another.
The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.
Naomi Shihab Nye
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