Funny how when I shut the door on you,
Anxiety climbs into the windows of my sacred ground.
She comes in shredding my stillness to pieces
Leaving my wreckage strewn about.
My heart hardens.
The broken record of intrusive thoughts spins me into a dizzy spell.
You are persistent and again you knock.
And when I finally open the door, there you are standing right next to Joy.
Come on in.
Both of you.
Love,
A Softer Me
No comments:
Post a Comment