Just when I think
my eyes are dry,
No more tears to cry …
I weep
Just when I think
fear holds no surprise,
Safe to close my eyes …
to sleep
Just when I feel
my rage is past,
I’m not angry, at last,
I’m spent
Just when I see
only darkness ahead,
Voicelessness, dread,
I sink
Into sadness, then grief,
then despair, no relief.
Struggling to breathe.
Overwhelming.
In such a deep place,
To be met, face-to-face,
with care and grace,
tears welcomed, embraced.
Sweet comfort, safe space.
The tenderest taste
of peace.
🌻
Dedicated to Robért, Ruth and Sharon with profound gratitude for the love, care and dedication that you bring into creating such a safely held space.
To The Core 