Monday 9 June 2014

Handle Me Gently

Handle gently

but do not crush my heart, my friend

broken and abandoned

its sharp barbs confine a tender core

from which a bounteous ocean tumults.


Hold close

but do not smother my soul, my friend

shrunken and cowering

its nervousness protects love’s delicate garden

from which serenity’s stems can grow anew.


Caress and nurture

then let me go, my friend

to rise renewed, revitalised and refreshed

above the turmoil of life’s eternal rollercoaster.

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