tossed on a sleepless shoal
by the roil of dreams,
trying one more toss
in hope of finding peace
I was delivered
by a rolling cloud of light
that bore my innocence aloft
as on a pillow -
the reassuring rush
that who I am
is fully acceptable,
that whatever sordid stories were enacted
in my dream or in my waking,
they didn't need to stick to me
I could be carried on this truth:
that I was made to be
exactly what I am,
and will be so maintained,
and guilt and worry could fall away
like fog from rooftops -
the sun would shine on me
and show me free.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 20, 2021
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