I keep trying to resist,
I keep trying to hold the pieces together.
Each one carelessly glued on,
How am I supposed to attend to them all?
I’ve been riding the train of optimism for far too long,
And my body can feel it.
It needs a break from feeling whole,
It needs a rest from being strong,
But I’m holding on for dear life.
A fear so familiar it tastes like me,
A fear so insidious it’s been there all along,
Underlining my movements,
Magnifying my judgments.
It is not until I tune into the waves and nuances that I finally find compassion,
A meeting of love and pain,
A uniting of loss and empathy.
This is my home, this is my temple,
And I am here to listen to you, my dear.