The inside of your mind is torn
you ache for someone’s guidance
yet thrusted hand keeps them away
retained, a thunderous silence
Problems stem from holding back
and keeping troubles bound
The tigers growl, the gators snap
the lions, they surround
Isn’t is a comfort, though
to feel a warming hand
rest softly on your shoulder, stilled,
a yearn without demand?
To ask for help, there’s nothing wrong
seek others for direction
in grief or pain or lover’s quarrel
or self-imposed rejection
Why hold fast those troubled woes?
Let others help unleash
the honks of monsters, a demons fear,
a sorrow, then released
photo credit
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 