In the Wake of Worry

I recognize that sometimes, the weight of concern can be too much for someone who is already processing their own pain and stress. So, I wrote a poem.

Softest healing kisses everywhere...

             in the wake of worry

I flew into words like a storm,

waves of concern crashing,

gathering up

and spilling it out, all unguarded.

I couldn’t find the shore,

lost in a sea of

"Are you okay?"

and

“I need to know.”

When I heard you were safe,

I laughed,

then stilled,

            wept,

           and RAGED

each feeling a

            s w e l l.

Relief

         crashing into the weight of waiting,

             caring deeply,

     i poured myself out

          perseverating

in the rush to reach you.

Now, steady as I can be,

a calm hand,

             an open heart,

comfortably quiet in the knowing

that you are there.

If you need me, I am

gentle

and still

and solid as the Earth.

Offering only space

solid ground

my presence

soft enough to hold

       your thoughts

or just a safe place within me.