In the scary moments of life
Aerate my lungs
With your peace and protection
The vibration of your being
My safe place
My sanctuary
From the chaos and confusion
From the questions of my own mind
From my growing doubts
For my harbour
Should not be dependant
On another
But I should be my own anchor
To land
Keeping myself grounded
My mind clear
My heart and lungs full
Debbie Gravett © 2020.01.07
RDP: Aerate
FOWC: Scary
Image by Tomas Silfverberg from Pixabay
Debbie Gravett 
Truth
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Happy New Year, Debbie! This poem seems to move from initial dependency to final independence … or have I misread it?
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Hi Dave. Happy New year. May it be amazing. You are correct. It starts wanting someone else to make me feel safe and concludes with the realization that I need to do that for myself. As must everyone.
Glad to hear from you. Hope you are well.
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Fine, thanks, hope you are too! As to the poem, I can see now that the second part somehow builds on the first part – it was just that the transition seemed a little abrupt.
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I’m glad. Thanks Dave. Yes, it could have done with more work, but sometimes how my brain works when I talk to myself I just try to pull myself towards myself 😆 … suddenly.
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No, it works really well, which is why I’m interested in the connection.
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