Rock
A poem from 'Emptied'
I wrote this one a while ago, from my personal perch. It is in my collection, Emptied. Some things find new meaning after they are written. This is why we create.
After words and actions yesterday, the little girl in me asked again, “Are we going to be ok?”
This arrived at my lips.
ROCK
Not as brave today.
There is a young girl in me
who comes out to ask
if we are still ok.
So I rock her.
And myself.
As I try to believe
what I tell her …
We are safe.
We are warriors
who do not need wars.
This morning, I sat with the words that feel were written for all of us. Not just “us”, but for all the humans caught in this horrible power game. The ones who must be scared. Every little girl on every side of every line someone else drew.
Lay down your armor. Lay down your shield.
Tonight, we rest.