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