You turn to look behind you and see nobody there
A hand upon your shoulder that does touch
whenever burdens weigh
Convince yourself it’s wild imaginings
And you’re being fanciful today.
Shake your head impatiently, yes force it from your mind
Tell your soul your heart is bringing those feelings
Force it to pay no mind
What is it you’re afraid of, thoughts you do not speak?
Allowing the comforting arms at your shoulder
Or a missing other that you seek
Why be wary of the feather touch from those in shadowlands?
Has there been harm within the warming hands
The ones who help and guide you will return day on day
Give them the grace of acknowledging a shield
That by you will always stay.
©AilsaCawley Poetry 2015