A Place To Stay

I close my eyes and ask to be held in this place.

There must be love. There must be only love or I am broken.

Why was I born this way? Able to feel every ounce of life, unable to process its wrath and swiftly and easily swat it away without a care.

This soft heart.

This kind heart.

She has fire in her veins and hate in the spaces in between.

She has a river, cool and smooth; gently rolling along.

She is lost, again and again.

Oh, dear life, let you find me a sweet home to rest.

Let the rapids turn to ripples.

Let ‘home’ become a place to stay.