Love’s Acceptance

Held
Within the warmth of your arms
Tears falling
Trembling
Blood words fall from my lips
As I recite to you
My dirty past.
No one has ever comforted
No one has ever just listened
Holding me close
Thump of your heart
A lull-a-bye
Soothing
Washing over me
Calming that little girl
Cowering within.
I have seen the shift
eager acceptance
To mild uncertainty
To disgust
As though I were the one
To have called down abuse
A sin 
For which I alone must atone.
Not you.
You cradled me.
You kissed away my tears.
Within you
A protector I have found
A shelter in this violent world. 

©Oct. 5/21
Picture is my Own

Ode to the Women in my Life

I am very lucky in that I have several women in my life that I am honored to call friend.
Each one has become a sister to me.
As I call it they have become Framily.
Friends who became family.
Without these women my life would be so much less:
-bright
-fun
-filled with humor
-filled with support
-filled with confidence
With these women in my life it is so much:
-love
-acceptance
-no judgement (well a little but c’mon who does not like freshly ground coffee or have their own incense guy?-M)(I am the one who has these things)
-truth no matter how painful
-hugs
-safe space
 
There are days that I think they sometimes fear that they are fading.
Away with the responsibilities of life, family, bills, jobs.
Looking back and knowing that is not where they want to be but where can they go that will comfort them?
Where can they find the succor that they so desire?
I cannot answer them that.
 
This is for them. The women that I am so proud to call my soul sisters; we chose one another and that means everything.
And y’all put up with my idiosyncrasies.
 
I see you.
I see the tears
falling behind the smiling mask
cracked
broken
struggling to hold the world
the one that you carry
independent to a fault
determined to owe no one
determined to prove
strength by doing it all.
I see you.
I see the sadness that penetrates
tinging dreams
packed away in dusty suitcases
beneath the stairs
waiting for you
patiently.
I see you.
I see the pain the spreads
unbidden
unwanted
deeply entwined
only able to hold you
to comfort you as you cry
as you scream
as you mourn
as you rage
I will help you
to carry that pain through
out the other side
where waits…..
the life you have chosen.
 
©Sept. 6/21
Picture is my own
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