Small Mercies

Poem 6

Someplace Safe

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Everyday I journey into the open realm of life casualties brush against my shoulder plunging me hard to my knees wounding the surface of my frail spirit. He reaches out and grabs up my being places his hands across my eyes and whispers, "Shh listen." I hear the wind exhale inside my soul feel the soft warm air tickle my chin stillness folds gently around my whole delicately we sink into each other and by chance I unearth someplace safe.

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