Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Marianne Broug - Embrace

I pull all the scattered and scared parts to me,
The small parts,
The pain-filled and tired parts,
The parts that have seen enough
Of the world’s angular pushing for now.

 I hold them all in softest embrace;
Soft as the caress of my lover’s cheek
Or the kindness of compassionate eyes.

 My hands, my breasts, my belly, my heart,
And take me in.
I curl myself into the warmth of my own soul.
Smoothing and soothing.

 I sink effortlessly in the depths of who I am,
Allowing all of life
Its place in this moment.

 Exquisite gentleness.

 And indescribable joy.

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