Allowed

There is a place for tears,
there is a place
for turning around three times
and lying down,
there is a place for curling up
and waiting for the inner heave to stop

The comfort rises up around me
like soft flames from the coals,
cradles me, reminds me
this warmth is always at hand

Maybe we’re allowed
to have a soft day sometimes,
to go back to bed, for a while,
in the afternoon,
to do about as much work
as the sun did today,
showing up for about an hour
between fog and day’s end.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2019

4 thoughts on “Allowed

  1. How perfect
    Far away .. here in Chicago… you summed up my day
    I allowed myself to sleep instead of rushing off / pushing myself to my silk studio to “ cram “ a bit of time in before another afternoon job.

    More quiet time spent Spiritually

    I feel refreshed.. ready to paint tomorrow more productively

    How coincidental it is that the day was the same kind in Seattle and Chicago

    Your poems are beautiful!

  2. I am getting there myself, and realizing how vital such ‘self-care’ is.
    Holly is home right now…..she is so much better about self-care’. What I know I learned from her…..
    I miss our visits……

    Much Love,
    Susanne

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