Bearden of Life

[Delta40]

Comfort

What meaning then, is this?
there, there, there
my bear
my bear will take care
of me when I withdraw
he brushes away
the mist in my eyes
and holds me close
pressed into his fur
my darkest fears
hopes and dreams
kiss-worn ears
filled with secrets untold

This bear is mine to carry

Responsibility

When the wind has changed
glassy eyes gaze upward
a friend in need
stows it all away
where he lays
the burdensome weight is broken
I am free
to take responsibility
and choose the path best travelled
my bear waits as mine
for comfort sought another time

This is mine to bear and carry

[Hawkman]

A cute poem D40, but please take note of the forum rules. If you are going to make multiple posts on the same day you should do so in one strand.

Best, H

[Delta40]

sorry, I haven't read the rules. I won't do it again.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I deeply admire the marriage here of personal pain with poetic decorum. Some of our (or my, at any rate) poems are written expressly to be shown to others and some by and for my soul. This one of yours appears very much to be one of the latter kind. Congratulations.