Perth and Kinross
Seeing and hugging people I love is something I’ll never take for granted.
There are two sides of my brain.
The malleable, naïve child side,
Drawn in by fear and panic.
A story ocean, thrown from
One rock to another.
Gasping for breath; to surface
For some relief from powerful,
Crashing waves of terror.
The other is tranquil and quiet.
Still as a lake between
two towering mountains. Smooth and
rational; recognising that there is
no danger here.
Panic tries to stick but slides off like
A raindrop down marble.
When I reflect, I see I am malleable.
I may bend, butI will not break.