That aching doubt
You keep tucked
Under your ribcage,
Recognize it and allow it to be held kindly.
Grant love permission to come around
And settle deep
Therein.
That aching doubt
You keep tucked
Under your ribcage,
Recognize it and allow it to be held kindly.
Grant love permission to come around
And settle deep
Therein.
*sigh*
It is hard though. . . very hard.
Lovely poem.
Yes it is! Thank you Omachile:-)