Poem 015 – I am Home

I stand weightless at the edge of my pain, overcome, disdained,

Close my eyes and I am falling, unable to catch myself, not stopping,

I am speeding on, crushing down flat on my face weight and all,

Without an anchor to hold me, hope to soothe me, the ability to cling to, climb back, avoid the drop.

Yet knowing that you shall catch me, cushion me in your velvety, your snow-white,

Pull me awake into the endless wonder of days filled with beauty where I shall gaze,

Open wide eyes and tremble at the feel of your smooth, secure, perfect unspoiled dreams etched in this empty page.

I am still, I am safe, I am home.

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