Screeeeching....

Tight,
tension,
walk softly,
burst into truth.
Quieten the noise in the mind
Screeching.

Aching
back teeth,
gritted for peace,
disparate people trying
Quieten the noise in the heart
Screeching.

Love
Abounding,
coming from here in me
Trying to stay clear in mind
Quieten the noise in the heart
Screeching.

Reaching
touching,
Stroking the egos, oh so fragile
making do with any proffered look
quieten the noise in the heart
Screeching.

Soft
But softer still
memories float through
their mother, is the only mother
within striking distance, not for them
Screeching.

To love,
to forgive,
to grit the teeth in hope.
To leave it be, to allow,
accept and move past the
Screeching.

(So what was Christmas like for you?)