Breathe

Tug of War

I struggle,

Twisting and pulling ...

I don't want to go there.

I am exhausted and in pain - it is futile.

I can't keep resisting the inevitability of

Years and years and years and years.

But what if ...

The rope slackens, loosens or even snaps?

Now, I can play with the time, the shapes, the possibilities ...

And what if ...

I let go?

Now that is even better!

Crucible

If I turn and look,

I may see the wake I leave behind of ...

Words,

Sighs,

Smiles,

Frowns.

Judgements and trivial comments

Swirling and washing against fragile, bruised skin.

But perhaps, if I turn and look.

I may see a crucible,

Delicate yet strong

In which profound change is taking place

As I sit and stay with you.