On too-much-of-everything days,
my brain brews a storm,
a torrent of thoughts,
a flood of feeling,
a whirlwind of worries.
Guilt gushes over me.
I'm soaked in self-pity.
I root my feet,
anchor my breath,
hold on to gratitude,
caress myself with compassion.
In the midst of all the storms
the light of love
will lead the way
home.
You have captured so much.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
Home. Mmm.
That last line, so lovely and profound.
ReplyDeleteI feel this so much. You put it into words so beautifully!
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of a home in the middle of a storm, whether that is inner or outer.
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