When what is left
Is this pool of tears
How do we find a way to swim
And not drown within it?
I want to be the one
Who you can turn to
I cannot take away your pain
But I will be the ocean
On the days you lose sight of solid land
If only for a little while
And then I will recede
Like the tide does
I think God made me for this
To be the one who can dissolve
What has grown hard
To be the one who can say
I accept even this pain
Because that is all a part of what it means to live
Fully
With a heart that expands to experience
And bleed
You and I are are not really separate
The cells that formed you
Formed me too
And I remember the times you loved me
And climbed across barriers to try to help me
So now you are alone I will be there
With you
Even if not always physically
Constant always in my heart
I remember
The dream in which we stood on the beach
The whales are such sad creatures – You said
And yes that whale that rose
Was ancestral pain
Our burden
One we could not carry lightly
One that worked its way
To its sad conclusion
So now, you and I must
Find a way to live
And grow from this
I will be there
Be sure of this
But swimming
Love
For aren’t
We being asked
To resurface now
Not
Drown?
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
Thanks to this poem being liked by a new follower I got to revisit it.. Often I forget what I write and since I write a lot its interesting to revisit posts. This one was written only one month after my mother died… my sister really struggled in the aftermath… going into psychiatric care about 3 times. She is now out and living in the world but the feelings in this poem still make me ache and cry… I had the dream of my sister and I walking along the beach many many years ago.. being the sole survivors of our immediate family (apart from my brother I rarely see or hear from) means we share so much history.. I supported my sister when she was struggling and I am grateful now she is well even if we travel very different pathways.
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