Secret Garden Team Member Shares Poetry For Healing
Marcus Clemons, bilingual (Arabic/English) case manager at Barrier Free Living’s Secret Garden, shared a poem (see below) inspired by his work with a survivor of domestic violence at the agency’s recent Small & Mighty zoom event introducing the team.
Marcus is creative in the work he does with survivors and considers himself a “partner on their journey towards well-being and security.”
Learn more about Marucs and the team.
View the recent zoom event.
The Secret of the Garden
I was told New York City can get cold
But the snow caked in the streets
Burn feet like hot springs
When you deal with the chills of your own home
Wandering, aimless like I stole somethin’
Wandering, in this pain I wish I had told someone
Wandering, I’m going insane can a dog get a bone or somethin’?
Wandering, enraged because I just don’t know nothin’
And as I was debating and contemplating the fate of my babies
Wondering if I was crazy
That I left them with that lady
But I knew if I had stayed then no one could save me
And if I can’t save me, how do I save them?
Who will be there to raise them?
It’s not enough to be at home and play dead
Put your mask on before your child’s otherwise you both remain dead
Bouncing around between places killing myself just to survive
And then came a day where I felt a rekindle of being alive
Someone that slowed these thoughts that helped me realize
The inherent strength of a thousand sons coursing inside
And even though hope shut its doors on me time and time again
It never felt elusive with the guidance of that special friend
She told me to keep knocking on that door even if my knuckles got red
And when I felt I couldn’t do it and I was at whit’s end
A call came through like angelic voices breaking through the clouds
Within the prison of abuse I was no longer bound
I finally felt I had choices like a lost child found
The barriers to living freely were no longer above, below, or around
No longer were hopes in vain but I finally had a plan
So listen to my secret in this garden
Before I was hidden under my mask of a man
But here, I rediscovered what I had forgotten
A new sense of self
Cashing in my inherent wealth
Listen, I’ve got a story to tell
Come to this secret garden that helped me find me and learn to be well