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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