Home was a meadow. It was running away, grass between my toes...
I’m Comfortable Here
I feel comfortable here: This blanket, This screen, This mug I can curl myself around; I have found a home And you'll have to burn it Before I think about leaving. These walls These rooms, These routines, You'll have to close every door, And seal very window, Before I consider venturing Out further; Before I… Continue reading I’m Comfortable Here
It's like looking in on a Perfect scene from a Mile away. The colors on her skin From that sunset, Make her look sixteen again. It's the ripped, blue jeans, The same tatty shoes, Standing at my front door, Looking up at a sky I used to know; Roaming a town I used to own.
Too shy to talk But give her a pen And she won't be silenced, Writing about dragons and fairies And the distant worlds From her delicate, butterfly dreams. She wanted adventure, Only feeling at home When lost in a book. She'd look under her bed To find those monsters In hopes of making friends And… Continue reading Little Girl