My Friend Brings Tears
My Friend Brings Tears
Hurt rushes in, takes up residence.
Some of it lives on the surface,
ready to be expressed anytime,
anywhere, toward anyone,
over ordinary incidents.
Bristly prickles.
"I don't fetch anything
for anyone."
she says.
Is that: No one
is worthy of
her energy or love?
The Goddess listens.
In this way
she protects the inner pain;
conserving its energy
for the sparkling moment
when someone comes close
to assuaging it.
"No, stop,
get away,
leave
me
alone!"
she cries.
The heat is so fierce
that it burns those
who used to be welcome:
Children, family, friends.
Those who might give solace
become smoking cinders.
The Goddess watches.
It is so difficult
when one refuses
alleviation.
So difficult.
What can one do
but back away and
offer love, peace
and good wishes.
Cry over the pain,
and cry over the loss.
Even asking to get close
seems tantamount to delivering
the original blows.,
So I leave her
alone.
I cry quietly.
The Goddess does too.
© 2007 Deborah Bolle
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