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The Good Guest
Intense feelings of sadness at times;
like a visitor, I comfort it for a moment;
I let her cry as a human being that’s stood adversity,
we dance in a tainted light until my soul
so deep inside it almost bursts of all its heartache,
but like a good guest, it soon gets tired, and then it leaves
Published 13th Jul 2016
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13th Jul 2016 9:17am
13th Jul 2016 9:22am
13th Jul 2016 3:43pm
This is perfect, and exactly what we're meant to do
to any feeling that is within us. Welcome it, comfort
it as a child, because it is. It's the inner child that's
crying for comfort. It's the that child wanting your
attention and your arms around it. And, like a child
when it feels safe, falls asleep willingly.
Wondrous, Pish.
to any feeling that is within us. Welcome it, comfort
it as a child, because it is. It's the inner child that's
crying for comfort. It's the that child wanting your
attention and your arms around it. And, like a child
when it feels safe, falls asleep willingly.
Wondrous, Pish.
13th Jul 2016 9:02pm
16th Jul 2016 9:05am
Beautiful, intimate, you've dipped your quill in the ink well of the communal soul again Pish.
