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21 January 2021

to: Life

Flattened by you.

Lying head on desk.

The pencil lifts up my hand.


Soft tears escape my surprised,

(cont)rolling eyes.

I get up.


I asked you to please

Stop shouting so loud, 

So harsh,


To please talk to me gently,

Talk to me so I could hear you.

You listened.


You stopped shouting, 

Just kept quiet and

Picked me up.


I softened my sharp, contracted,

Tense and frightened edges,

Relaxed and started to put on fat and muscle.


Your shouting was a primal scream to wake me 

Back into wildness and 

The knowing that each waking moment is sacred.


My being is no longer haunted by sin

But stands tall and strong, 

Honoured to be part of your divinity.


The call is now, and has always been,

To stay close to you, Love, learn how to

Be inside you, make you my home.



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