Poem - Days when all feels contracted

There are days

that feel so contracted,

my being not in ease,

but distracted.

Troubled is whats here,

stands steady and strong,

not thinking of leaving,

to give me some relieving.

How did You get here, dear one?

What is that You want?

How can I pay my respect to you

and same time let go of my doubts?

Tell me, what is your language of love,

you’d like me to offer to You through

my heart that is wider than anything

below the stars?

How can You feel worthy of love,

to rise and let go of all troubled past?

So we’d together could instead choose

sunny days, that will last?

To be honest, I would rather dance,

than sit quiet and let You have your blast,

but don’t worry old friend,

Im not gonna run, I’ll wait for You to come along.