these arms

a poem.

you pushed me away.

your fear of the unknown,

of not knowing the answers

to everything; your fear of

love and of security

and of vulnerability

forced your hand and

you pushed me away. 

and you pushed me into 

the arms of fear and loneliness

and heartache and sadness and

hopelessness. 

but you also pushed me back,

back into the arms of writing,

into the arms of creative pursuits

and into the arms of a changemaker.

you pushed me back into the arms

of discovery, of discovering all that

i struggle with and all the

darkness that i need to grow from,

that i need to find the lightswitch for.

you pushed me back into the arms

of doing things for myself. (i

would still do anything for you,

but now i know i need to do things

for myself too).

you pushed me back into

my own arms. and these arms

will hold me. these arms will

comfort me. these arms will

guide me home.

hugging you - tom rosenthal