There is this sweet place on earth.
Warm.
Held.
A quiet fortress
that carries what touches it
the bruises,
the weight of the outside,
and still…
it opens
to the gentlest touch,
to light falling softly,
kissing the skin.
This place knows both:
to protect,
and to feel.
I call this place home cause this is where I begin.
There is this sweet place on earth.
Warm.
Held.
A quiet fortress
that carries what touches it
the bruises,
the weight of the outside,
and still…
it opens
to the gentlest touch,
to light falling softly,
kissing the skin.
This place knows both:
to protect,
and to feel.
I call this place home cause this is where I begin.