Be Still

Here’s what you need to know:

You can stop fretting,

stop playing back the pain,

stop trying to corral it in a story,

assign it causes, seek solutions for it

There is a refuge from

the tug of sadness

that circles and strains

behind your eyes

and tenses like a sea urchin

in your throat

There is another place within,

and the liquid weight of you

always pulls toward it,

the gleaming quicksilver of you

slips through your structures

but is not lost

Be still — this essence of you

delivers you shining

to yourself.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 27, 2015