My Safe Pocket

art source: safespace.com

art source: safespace.com

I sit in my safe pocket of this ailing planet

Want to gain insight, take nothing for granted

I shiver at the notion that I may appear 

To be grasping at straws that aren’t really there.

This insistent urge prompts me to sustain

This practice that leaves me naked, in pain

The notion that for some I may seem trite

Is one I wrestle with in the middle of night.

Yet go on, I do, at the risk of revealing

How distant I am from the exquisite healing.

My scars are many and I pretend not to see

My forgiving reflection as it stares back at me.

Those times I was cruel, thought myself above

The truth clear now, too far from self love

God takes my heart and breaks it wide open

It’s contents spill out stiff and frozen

My pains and regrets so tender and raw.

With warmth of love & acceptance, they thaw.

Tricia Schwaba May 2020