Autumn
I’m seeking refuge in comfort
Something smooth and
Forgiving against the skin,
Fire and wood to warm a soul
Cold from memories pull.
A small companion.
With baritone strings, my mind
Seeks to mend again –
I am worthy. Soft rich fabrics cover me.
I am here. A nest insulated from the world.
I am forgiven. Redeemed from any sin against me.
Stripped and stripped again.
Clothes and flesh and thought.
Distilled. Dilution removed.
Ego, youth, pride.
Awareness remains.
Ariel
Oct 28, 2012
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