Sometimes it is difficult
and listen to
when there is a scroll of “to dos” a mile long
trailing behind you following at every turn.
But when you do
sit and listen,
that it’s the best thing you could have done
in which to confide
and find comfort from some flurry of pain.
And you feel honoured
to be the one
from the day’s hurts and disappointments.
And the scroll is forgotten
as you become present
in that moment