I wish
So much
That sometimes we could just take love
And paint in the holes
Where life is rough on some else’s surface
I wish
So much
That I could step in front
Take the brunt
But I can’t
And anyway
It is by being in the firing line
We learn that mouths
Aren’t loaded with bullets
They are not something to be feared
Words land like spears
But we can reach up
Twist them out
Change them around
Repurpose
And how do we learn that
If not be experience
It’s not something that is demonstrable
What makes us uncomfortable
Can’t be shifted
Like furniture
Wherever we sit
Someone else has been
But it was placed in a different scene
We only see what we see
Actors side by side all
But we’re watching different movies
Held in thrall
By the personal dramas playing out on the screen
The hourly matinee
Step back
Breathe self compassionately
Everything will move along without you
Just sit here with me
For another hour
I can’t take away what hurts you
Nor replace the lack of sleep
That installed those hollow circles beneath your eyes
Watch them crinkle when you smile
Let’s just sit here awhile
Until the circus moves along
Excellent and what a great title 😉
Thanks – it really is a circus sometimes 🐒
Yes, sometimes we are the ringmaster and sometimes the big cat being prodded 😉
Exactly 😂
Loved the imagery, Kate. Several favorite lines, but “we’re watching different movies” in particularly stays with me.
Oops, “in particular.”
So many different movies and we all think ours is the real one when actually none of them are. Thanks Mitch.
Exactly. That’s what struck me.
Lovely 😂✌🏻
So beautiful💕
Thanks Megha 😊