The Thing About Resentment

The Thing About Resentment

The thing about resentment is that it corrupts

It hangs out and around in the body—mine and yours

It gets in the bones, the cells, the tissues

It plants little land mines that erupt when you’re not looking

and least expect it

One day despair can stage a crash

Don’t let it

The thing about resentment, and despair for that matter,

is it wants your attention

It wants your lovingkindness

Give it, sit with it, wrap it in a warm blanket

Let it melt the icy heart

Take the cure, accept the help, make the art

Take the journey, make the passage

You are not alone

If you’re little, want to tantrum, all the better

Crawl into the lap of non-intrusive reassurance 

And One More Thing

And One More Thing

Don’t call out my name

Not so loud anyway

Sit with me

I need you to hold me

But let me go when I need space

Don’t require anything of me just yet

I need space

I need background music—nothing loud and upfront

Just gentle, soft and easy on the temples

I need to go and go and go until I can return

And I will, I know I will

I just don’t know when

And Another Thing

And Another Thing

In the early morning dark

Just before the light

You come to me

Just as I start to feel the fear, You’re there

I remember to breathe, especially on the let go

And You’re there, thank God You’re there

You’ve always been there

Finally I can slow down, cease trying so hard

and notice 

Just notice, You’re there

It’s hard to notice on the train to nowhere

You’re moving so fast it’s all a blur

Still I love you just the same