It frightens me how easily I can find pain.
It was more than the oak treemore than the elmsand maples
I nuzzle my face into her neck, like a child.My memory of comfort colliding withThe hollow feeling that’s fear. ISwallow…
Lean into what serves you Discomfort and all Trust when you fallYou’ll land standing tallWhere you are supposed to Or maybe, just maybe…
Defying theWantNeeding the needBearing your seeking Soul, you come to me