Where Healing Is Found
It’s a feeling more than a place
Something no hands can hold,
Nothing the world can ever replace.
When I saw you years ago,
I could finally exist without an ego.
Stupid, cranky, talkative, weak
Yet every version of me felt a little less bleak.
Home felt like waves returning to the shore,
Like the sun resting gently on the horizon,
Like blue belonging to the sky,
Like apples folded warm into a pie :)
Or as we would say
like Parle-G dipped softly into chai. <3
It wasn’t the love of a lover,
Nor the comfort of a partner
It was the safety of my soul,
A quiet room inside me
that your presence once made whole.
But now,
I learn to become that home
A place I do not need to earn,
A belonging that doesn’t threaten to leave.
A space where I am safest,
most held, most understood
Where I can wrap my own arms around myself
and finally believe
I am my own shore,
my own returning,
my own warm light.
