Safe Place.

Used to dream of giggly things,

floating eternally in ecstasy,

where I fell asleep,

tucked safely beneath,

warm blankets of false securities,

but the ugliness,

of all of this,

wasn’t a truth I wanted to see,

a most unforgettable,

though highly regrettable,

bite mark in my history,

Used to dream of something new,

the future brightened behind you,

the shine of sun and star,

captured in a Mason’s jar,

kept in lieu to remind anew,

but the emptiness,


leaves me yearning for somewhere safe to sleep.


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