Shifting Into Compassion

Let it 

take me.

Questions

and decisions

circle my

being.

Paddling

in the green

of life.

Portraits

of reflections 

help guide

on the treacherous 

way.

Folded hands

crossed legs

at the ankles.

Lace

covering 

the eyes

and mouth. 

A world

where only

a light breeze

can cure

you,

makes

my eyes

so wet

with weakness.

Clasp 

me so I 

can fix this

world

and 

see the 

mistreatment

of life as

a shirt.

Dirty

shifting

into compassion. 

Shaping into

care.