When your inner waters are surging white, blinding and choking you fast, I'm here to reach a hand to you-- I don't mind getting splashed-- but I do mind when you try to drag me under with your blame, saying it was my fault that your flash-flood feelings came. The only waters I must tend are my children's and my own. I'm here to help you, but your river's care is yours alone.
In the notebook
It's so easy to get swept away in others' feelings, that's for sure. A tough line to walk sometimes, but all we can do is our best. Thanks for this lovely poetic reminder! ❤️✨