Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)
For most of my adult life I have been a holder. I draw away the pain as best I can.
I am the one who holds.
Arms are good for that. They were made to wrap around and embrace. Arms cannot run like legs or see like eyes, but they can feel another’s sorrow. They can entwine themselves with another’s flesh, provide comfort to a broken heart, cradle the hurting parts.
My mother told me it is a gift to give comfort to those in need of comforting, to listen to those needing to be heard.
I am the one who listens.
As I near the end of this life, I find I want to listen less to others. My own voice is most dominate now. The truth of an introvert. Those whom I embrace are fewer too. My arms wrap around this exhausted body as I sleep.
I am the one being held.