When I control or hide
I am really just freaked out
Looking for arms to run into
When there are none
I see so many, who,
Just like me
Have silenced their pain
In self preservation
And end up
In a semi cemetery
The way back to Life
Isn’t to do more, try harder or even forgive
It is to sit with myself
Be the arms I hadn’t found
Embrace those aching bones
Stay with what had closed up
Let flow tears and feelings
And in a spot of presence
Witness it open up
Joy, Aliveness and Creativity
Are still here
They haven’t disappeared or gone astray
They were just fogged out
Hoping for Tenderness
To make way for them again