The LongingMonday, June 6th 2011 @ 4:20 PM (not yet rated)
Do not pretend that The Longing
has not also lived in you
swinging like a pendulum.
You have been lost
and thieved like a criminal
into the darkness.
But life is tired, Dear Friend
of going on
It is like the hand of the mother
who has lost the child.
And if you are anything like me, you have been afraid.
And if you are anything like me
You have known your own courage.
There is room in this boat:
take your seat.
Take up your paddle, and all of us
All of us
shall row our hearts
Em Claire [c] 2007