Stroke Them
by Elizabeth Challinor
How often do we wish
For what we dont truly wish?
But the wishing keeps us
Fishing
Distracting us
From what's missing
Inside
But if we deny the wish
It only grows in size
Does that mean that we are done?
And have no choice but to succumb
To the tantrums of our desires?
There is another way
We can listen deeply
To what they have to say
Stroke them
Until
Like a cat they tire
And watch them steal silently away
