by Cath Barton
The twitches and trembles
of nameless fears
that pepper my days with anxiety
are relieved by simple things:
walking in the hills,
planting bulbs in the garden
and stroking your hair.
When I wake whimpering
from yet another bad dream
I feel your breath, the breath of now,
soothing me.
I realise that fighting
is not the way.
I must ride the wave of life.
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"the breath of now" is perfect. The now, separate from the dream, is so important when the dreamer was lost in a bad place. Wonderful poem that spoke to me.
ReplyDeleteCath, this is a beautiful poem about life and realtionships.
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