Home Port

Gaslight me to fight

or flight, crash and burn.

You won’t hear, won’t see clearly,

all self-concern.

Denial, reviled;

refusal to learn.

Blame-game is the name,

defense is your turn.

I’m just asking to bask in it –

for peace, I yearn.

But you ask and then task me

with spinning new yarns.

To repair and to fix where

the stories were borne.

My work to unearth

the shame and the scorn,

to light up the night’s

not to make you feel warm.

Slough off the fluff,

dig into the harms

of the past that have lasted

too long in these arms.

Take up and buck up.

Account for your part.

Make do with renewal.

Truth-sharing must start.

Let it be set free, and

may the road be short

to embrace a new place

of relational port.