My heart needs a balm.
A rich, lush salve to smooth over it's tender spots.
Sweet smelling ointment to soothe the ragged soul.
As I gently rub it in, soft words of tenderness
Accepting those wouds as valid
And easing that pain with compassion
These days beat you up
Disagreements oft make enemies
When opinion holds more weight than common ideals
How far can you open your heart?
More likely the mind is the limiter
As it's memory of pain keeps fear forward
Would that I could wrap my arms around that fear
And whisper in it's ear
It's ok, I love you too, thank you for keeping me safe.
Rest just now.
Help me massage in this balm
And begin to heal