comfort – Under the Cedar Trees

The Last Thing I See

My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…

We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat

I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…

Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard

Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark

I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here

This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing