RESTRAINT

Competing agendas

The perfect dilemma

Mixing roles and priorities

Like oil and water.

True to myself, the essence of “being”

While restrained by my need to belong.

TOGETHER

Don't expect your pain to be understood

They will never know how you feel

Take my hand and I will cry with you

Without words and for no specific hurts

This journey is ours together

Tell me your dreams and “wild ideas”

Let us dance and sing and weep

Hand in hand we'll move ahead

Our journey has just begun.

poems by Andrew Wheatley