When I close my eyes,
For a moment I am transported
Away from the tug-of-war of life
Breaking free from the pull to give
And give and give until I am nothing
But a vessel of snatched offerings.
Dear soul, the only peace I know,
Is when I lie awake blissfully dreaming
Of what it means to give and receive back
The way you taught me to do,
And for a moment I am myself, alive,
Until I feel the pull begin again.
The Therapy of Words 