Walking ,
Down the day
I stumble.
Unto hardships, stressors, agitators.
And listen to the should nots,
Could haves, and the what ifs,
Running 100 minute marathons
In my head.
And I struggle
To be alone,
Among my own discretions.
Alone…
Alone…
Singing “ Can you hear me?”
Between breathes.
Slow,
Panting breaths,
Of anticipation, anxiety
Distrust.
Slow,
Panting breaths of…
Slow,
Panting breaths,
Slow,
Slow…
And now I fall asleep
Among Invisible
Embraces.
That carry me
?Though,
The pressures and the combatants,
That began the strawings,
Of the day.
Slow,
Gentle carry,
Letting me sleep,
Through the disgraces
Though,
I am still very much
Awake.
Slow,
Gentle strides,
Among the rides
Of a love
That carried pacing
Frighteness,
Away in the now,
And free.
Away within a carry
That took slow ranting
Chaos.
And turned it into
Slow,
Panting,
Slow,
Trusting,
Slow,
Falling,
Unto the end
Of a day.
Slow
Slow,
Control.
Slow,
Gentle,
Caresses.
An embrace.
Slow.
Steady, sliding
Down, off held tightly
Invisible, existing
Shoulders,
Unto a delicate comfort,
Slow and gentle
Tucking me in,
From the piggyback,
Lays me down
From the ray.
Slow,
Steady breathing
Slow
Slow
Slower…
And now I lay
Awake in the memories
Of an “okay”.
Playing, gently
Slowly,
Knowing He is bending down
Slowly,
Ever so
Slowly,
To give me a kiss,
And wait for the next moment
When He will gladly carry
Me,
Again.
For Debbi- Believe
Copyright Wendy Torres 2000
