It may call itself an imposition,
an annoyance I can’t help but feel,
(given someone else’s words or actions)
a rage, a grief, a clamping up,
a leak that stains and undermines my walls
But everything within my thought is mine
and I can grasp it,
trace it back along the lines of need,
find what’s calling out
and meet it with compassion,
let my love rise up as answer
What comes into my thought is mine —
If I can feel it,
it means that I can also find the truth to heal it.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2016
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