There are places I have never known

Where I have felt so at home

And maybe not with sleep or rest

Though to my soul those feel the best

So safe with vulnerability

Unknown but comfy, home to me

So soft with sheets from cotton sheets

Where pain and worrisome retreats

If I could stay and think a while

The cold glass, metal, and the tile

To press on with my fingertips

And secrets that won’t sink my ships

by: Brianna Cruz


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