safe place.
you are not my safe place anymore,
sister.
you are not my safe place anymore,
lover.
you are not my safe place anymore,
cousin.
you are not my safe place anymore,
friend.
mama,
you are still my safe place,
but that can't be.
I need to learn
to be
my own safe place.
and not alone in bed.
for I am able to self-soothe.
I need to be the hand that holds my own in a crowded room.
xx Monique
Such a touching piece of writing Monique. I felt it to the core.
Someone once gave me this matra: When the need is great, divine love is greater. 'Love' or 'creativity' or 'Mother's love ~ Whatever works for you. 💖
Thank you! That’s a beautiful mantra💕🐛