Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Moat {Just Write}

Blood is thicker than water.

That must be why it gets so clotted, stuck in twists and grooves. Unable to untangle itself from it’s own roots and webs to see and slow where it is needed.

I want to be comforted, to be hugged and held but I don’t want to be wrapped in your cloak of confusion. Covered by your mask of proper and weighted down with the barnacles of your self created drama.

So I dig a trench, a moat around my heart my home.

We fill it with the flowing waters of love and acceptance and we make our home.

Smaller and perhaps emptier but more full at the same time.

Full of flowing love, instead of clotted and clogged blood.


Alita said...

I have a sense of who this might be about. I've often felt the same about someone in my family.

But I'm glad that your "wee family" is free flowing with love.

This was a stunning description. Nice imagery.

Tiffany said...

Perfectly written. I fear my moat is getting bigger...and I hate that feeling.

Adrienne said...

It's as if you know how I relate to/feel about my mom....geesh. This is intense. And poignant. Really struck my heart.