Loved

I’m not like that,

I am different. We are different.

I pull and tug and you stumble my way

but hold some ground.

I stomp my foot and you

put yours down.

I let go an ocean and you let go.

I feel your heart.

I see your load

like a mountain on your back.

I hold you as straight as I can like support

for a wind guided tree.

But I stumble often, pulled aside

by a little one;

who tugs at my dress and my face

and my heart.

I return to you

with pretend encouragement,

feeling hurt or betrayed by a pretend you.

Yet when my ocean floods

you turn the water into white clouds.

They cover you

in mist and soften the cliffs as your

heart embraces mine.