When I am tugged as by an undertow
in streams of consciousness where I would sink,
I turn to your embrace, above the flow,
reality surpassing things I think.
You’re real and here, and I am glad of that,
unlike a thought that’s like a cloud, abstract.
Thank goodness you are present where I’m at,
beyond all thoughts your power to attract.
Though I’ve been pulled in to a mental realm,
have gravitated to its deep abstraction
that frequently has seemed to overwhelm,
your lovely realness counters its attraction.
You’re real and here, and I am glad of that,
unlike a thought that’s like a cloud, abstract.
Thank goodness you are present where I’m at,
beyond all thoughts your power to attract.
For gravity of grave thoughts, never gone,
there’s not a magic bullet or a cure,
but in your loving gravity I’m drawn
back to reality through your allure.
You’re real and here, and I am glad of that,
unlike a thought that’s like a cloud, abstract.
Thank goodness you are present where I’m at,
beyond all thoughts your power to attract.
@kerriwinter Feb 2022
this is lovely. a great sweet sentiment how another person can't exactly help with the harshness of life but can make it less harsh just by being them!