Pieces of a puzzle
So carefully carved
And yet nothing
Seems to fit
Things swim round your head
As you
Try
Try to fit
Try to figure
Try
Round and round and round
Ever going
Never stopping
Over and over
Driving you mad
And then one small voice
Soft as a dove
Stills your madness to a halt
"Darling,"
It says with the hint of a
Smile
"You're working too hard
Thinking too much
Letting things get to you."
And things begin
To slow to a stop
Things stop spinning
Your mind stops running
Your voice stops working
And all you can do is
Cry
Held tight by those arms
Safe
Secure
Loved
Protected
Grounded
And for a moment
As you reboot
It looks like everything
Will be okay.
