Good Night Fear

It’s give and it’s take
It’s push and it’s pull
It’s knowing how much to be soft or be still.
It’s yearning to fix or make better somehow
It’s fighting the urge to give up or give out.
I remember myself as a child, now and then
like brail, I can feel the emotions again
So I dig back from that place, I am back there once more,
and I lean on it, pull at it, unthread it for her.
It’s grace and it’s patience,
it’s repeated, assured.
You must tender the safety and stillness she yearns.
I can’t make the darkness seep out of the night,
but I can draw a big circle, or I can hold you so tight.
good night to fear, rest well to our plite,
I’ll stay here beside her, I’ll be her light.