Friday, March 15, 2019

The Good Fight



I no longer fight my pain or
my frustration or my anger.

I sit with it.
I put my arm around it.
And I say,

“There you are old friend.
What do you need to tell me today?”

And I let it cry on my shoulder.
And I let it be.
And I don’t hold who it is, against it.

3 comments:

mnovash said...

Sometimes I cry on its shoulder, too.
And it never holds it against me.

Ellis said...

Yes. Finally. I just let it be. You feel what you feel, there is no fighting that, only accepting.

EJ Fromer said...

Thankyou!