Safe Place

This is a blog of sorts. I dump things here and look back at them when I want to reflect. If anyone ever stumbles upon it, you're welcome to stay a while and chat, leave comments or whatever.

When I'm with you, I stay true to myself.

With you... I feel right.

When your hand is squeezing mine,

I can find the sun in the night.

 

I could write a thousand poems,

And spend the rest of my life

thinking about you,

Because you are my home, 

and those thoughts belong in my head.

 

My body is useless

Until it's against yours'.

Your touch weakens me,

Reflecting the vulnerability of my heart.

 

This love is something intangible:

As the threads of the universe

It is sensed without senses.

To love from the deepest crevice...

My strongest weakness,

My darkest secret.

The feeling's convoluted-- 

A fear that's rooted

In chastise and exclusion

Prevent from stepping forward--

From loving deep,

and loving true.

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I don't know what to do now

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I just don't know what to do anymore.

I can see love in the eye of the storm,

But I could be capsized-- and drowned in the sea--

Before that love could ever reach me.

 

I just can't tell if I'm already submerged--

If the crashing waves have me overturned.

Is the storm made of fear, or is it repression?

Does it come from within, or an outer tension?

 

This question is a cancer.

Am I ready to hear the answer?

I'll just imagine my ship sailing on,

Until-- at last-- I can see the crack of dawn.

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