An arrow comes.
It hurts, and that is real.
The second arrow waits
This pain we make inside.
self pity, anger, worry,
And these we can refuse.
The world has arrows
We also carry our own.
But we can let them go
Just exhale and
Send it home.
Feel the hurt,
But do not hold
The hurtful thought.
Take space. Then empty it.
Let kindness be your answer,
Just allow the arrows
To drop.
Cloudia Charters