Claim the Freedom
by Elizabeth Challinor
When the pain of a difficult truth
Refuses to go away
Ask it
Gently
Patiently
What else do you have to say?
Listen softly
Without judgement
Take it in your hands
Hold it
Still
Feel the solid hurt
Allow it to grow
Yes!
To expand
Sit it on your lap
Then slowly
Ever so slowly
Begin to rock to and fro
Cradle it in your arms
Tell it I understand
You are welcome to stay
Feel it soften, lighten
Watch it melt into clay
And claim the freedom
To mould it with loving hands
Into...
That is for you to discover!
