tenderly held

Keswick England2.JPG

tenderly held

Like a small child crying out in the night,

my suffering only wants to be acknowledged

tenderly held for a moment

and released to freedom.

I wrote this short poem in recognition of the value in acknowledging our emotions as the arise so they become free to move on.

* I took this photo of a mother and baby while driving in the area of Keswick England.

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