We’re much more resilient than you think.
We’re never afraid of truth -
only, what the avoidance of truth means.
Perhaps, you’ve made a decision
for whatever reason
to speak to us in tongues
when all we really want is
access.
At least that would shut off the
flow of dread in our brains, the
sour path of each swallow, the
bad heat, like summer hums
and stings through trees
we once walked under with you. 
We’re here, constant, powerful;
waiting to embrace you and
all of your confounded fears, to
accept, breathe, rest, to
bring you into our peace.

© Carrie Spadter, 2000. All rights reserved.