TheFeatheredSleep – a poem of the healing power of love
Thank you for loving me.
When my plait is full of burrs and
Stooping in pain, I resemble a wild thing, lost in herself
Thank you for loving me.
As night awakens terror’s and we bide our time in a pea boat, bobbing fitfully in green ditch
It is said
You cannot love, if you do not first love yourself
That is false
It was you
Believing in me, staying long past easy
Helped to quench
The natural tendecy to sell myself short
I hadn’t the heart for self love
It had healed badly without plaster cast
And would pain me when
The weather became cold
So I relocated
To a hot climate
But the ache followed
Mindful of our tendency
To repeat ourselves
Even in forgiving sun
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