An Ode to Old Patterns

Let's just hang on for a second

And breathe into this

You are telling me things

That ring a weird tune to me

Unreasonable

Recognisable words

I can feel them percolating

Pinching holes into all my wisdom

I can be enraged

I can burst out

I can freeze

I can cry about it

Or I can reflect

In this pain

There is something not valid

In the way to relate

I choose to respond differently

Thank yourself

I hold my pain in 

And not letting it hurt

Touch my compassion

Underneath all the heat

See your humanity

As fragile as mine

Reseal my skin

Care for the wounds

Whisper the words

I should have listened to

Restore my confidence

With a bucket of ice

Bringing awareness

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