Find your place

‚ÄčFind your place in me,

Between two arms and a heartbeat,
For within a warm summer embrace,
Time slows to a stop,
Only to collapse into eternity.

Find your place in us,
On lunch table conversations,
With a now mother of two,
In sleepy exchanges and bed time punches,
And family.

Find your place in pure cozy intimacy,
Be it lazy afternoon sleepovers,
Or childish hugs,
Where you hold Time’s reins,
And stop it again.

Find our place,
With calm faces on a boat’s stern,
With the wind beating against our deep silence.
In all these times sister,
Time stops, to marvel.

Find your place,
In the safety of my presence,
That carries you from the other side,
For between two arms and a heartbeat,
I have found home,

And you, have found your place.

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Oceans Don’t Fit in Glasses of Water

Like oceans don’t fit in glasses of water,

And for you pages are too small,
Because you make me feel so much at once,
That I can say nothing at all.

You’re like the years we spent,
How every day felt new,
And just like every passing season,
You showed me changes are beautiful too.

Oceans don’t fit in glasses of water,
And neither do you within these lines,
But the ocean would drown if it ever stared down..

..deep into those big beautiful eyes.

Poetry for the troubled soul

I’d tell the world a story,
Of a girl who wore her scars,
Which didn’t mask the glory,
Of how beautiful you are.


I know the way it feels,
To wear thorns upon your mind.
But baby we all have our struggles,
And together we’ll do just fine.

I know you bear the cicatrix,
When I hurt you with my fears.
And I wish I were a Phoenix,
To heal them with my own tears.

And I see you lack conviction,
That my ‘sorry’ feels like a word.
But do you feel the dereliction,
Of remorseful sobs unheard?

I’d tell the world a story,
Of a girl who wore her scars,
Which never masked the glory,
Of how beautiful you are.

As here I sit in struggle,
With emotion, word and rhyme.
But baby we all have our struggles,
And together we’ll do just fine.