Rhythm Recognized

My little one strikes out in anger

fear in motion.

I gather him close.

Wrap him tight, arms full circle

my cheek on his.

I rock him back and forth

His tense body relaxes into mine.

He rocks too...deepening the rhythm.

Physical pressure

controlled rhythm

witness that he is recognized

loved.

Later I find myself striking out.

Anger filling my body.

 My smile, my touch, is all it should be

but the battle rips through me

jagged and bloody.

I try to mend it with logic, 

all I know to be real.

Breathe deep, refocus...

tomorrow will be better.

But it still burns.

I cry out

I'm done

I want it gone.

I feel the peace wrap around

music, rhythm rocking me

applying pressure to my spirit

witness that I am recognized

loved.

My body relaxes, sways with the melody.

I sleep.