#23 healing poetry; safety

Safety feels like
Warm tea on
A cold day
You know
It’s cold but
It’s okay
You have everything
You need
To defrost your smile
The cup kisses
Your lips
And you’re lost in safety
For a while.

Time stands still,

In the brush

of finger tips,

It feels like


Published by LughLana

Hey there. My name is Ash. Whenever I feel lost or confused, I write. This blog is a project in releasing the poetry I would have kept locked up inside, otherwise. It's pronounced 'LOU-lah-NA.' Enjoy your visit!

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