Her truth.

Let her walk her truth.
Allow her to manage it her way.
As much as I can inform her,
I need to remember she has her say.
We are alike, but different people,
And she’s not averse to being blunt.
She will take the startled deer down, unflinching,
Like a lioness on the hunt.
I would walk a different path,
Avoiding any pain,
But I might have to fight the same old battle,
Again and then again.
I will continue to advise,
And warn of consequences,
But allow her to heed her heart,
And to be aware of her own senses.

Could never now.

From the moment that I knew of you,
You have been my kryptonite.
I worry for you every day,
And even through the night.
I so desperately want you to be safe,
But I want you to be free.
I want you to live bright your life,
But be able to rely on me.
I hate to see you suffer.
My insides drown, yet burn in fire.
My love for you is such,
That I could never now be a liar.

Willow.

Every day brings something.
Not one single day brings peace.
Somewhere along the line,
Is a wolf disguised by fleece.
Some days I just want to put,
My tired head to the pillow.
Hiding from winds,
That toy with this hollow willow.

Patch.

Stumbling over words.
Unsure what to say.
And how to best represent,
What has passed today.
Life keeps throwing curve balls.
I was never great at catch,
But I am always on your team,
And this is just a temporary patch.

Claw back.

When you no longer try to hide,
From the obvious, the real.
When no kidding yourself will work,
When you can’t pretend it’s not how you feel.
There’s a little lift of weight,
A tiny knowing smile.
You may have to work for others,
But at least you’ve clawed back your own style.

Tangled.

There’s no way to detangle,
The roots are just too deep,
And so I keep on walking,
Although I’m losing sleep.
There’s no way to detangle,
Not without destruction,
And so I’ll grow within a cage,
Bending round any obstruction.

Burning ember.

I suspect that I used to have,
Or at least I vaguely remember,
Deep, cool wells of patience,
To tame my burning ember.
Life slowly drank them up,
And left me in this state,
Where I can burn inside,
But at least I’m not yet pulled to hate.