I sit with myself on the floor.
It’s nice here. I’m warm.
My mind is gentle with me now—
gentle enough for the time being.
I’m glad I’m back. I let my eyes
blur a little; in my peripheral vision
the glowing pine inhales with me
softly. “For now,” it says, “we
can be home.”
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willowthewisp (
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- Comment from author about the poem: reflections by a christmas tree, written late last december.
- Category: Reflection
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Good write W.
Thank you Orchi. It felt good to write!
Brilliant!
thanks for sharing
(be it pine or another's heart
we need only find a connection
to overcome our fear's of isolation
healing path for our scars and hurt)
Thank you for your kind and thoughtful words! Finding connection (whether it be with our surroundings, with others, or with ourselves) truly does make the path towards (and of) healing much brighter.
Even if just for a moment, being home is the best feeling.
Absolutely! Whether it's returning home, or finding new "homes" (be it a physical location, a person, or even just a feeling), it's just such a peaceful, warm way to be. Thank you for your comment and for the fave, I really do appreciate them:)
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