So, I was watching “The Handmaid’s Tale”, riveted and I heard this music playing at the end of Episode 7. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was going to draw a small poem out of me.
You can listen to the music here: “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby”
The small poem it inspired is below:
Into Your Arms
In this time of independence, Dutch -treating at the cafe,
everyone is a do-it yourself..and now it’s considered weak to ask for help.
I remember when I was a child… security was the air I breathed.
My parents had all the answers, and I guessed that someday…
they would share them with me.
I thought that life would just go on…
with no surprises.
I believed they would always be close by…
pumping oxygen into my atmosphere.
But they’re gone, and is it wrong to say
I still miss them?
Is it wrong to just want to fall apart in someone’s loving arms
and hear them say,
“Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby”
September 26th 2017