Friday, November 30, 2012

Rocking Chair


I will admit here:
It is very difficult,
Nurturing oneself.

Angry, sad, weary.
Words of self-comfort ring false,
Bring little relief.

No good place to hide;
Pillow fort would be useful
Quiet, sheltered, safe.

Letting go is hard.
I don't want what I can't have.
Hold me, love me, help.

Rocking is soothing.
It is hard to hug oneself;
I'll hold my hand, though.



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