Kiss me. Tell me I am beautiful. Caress my cheek and let me melt into your touch.
Hold me. Tell me I am safe and that everything will be alright. Mean it and know that I will be okay.
Nurture me with your love and strength. Let me be vulnerable. Let me put my trust in you. Be my shelter so I can finally rest.
Kiss the top of my head. Rock me like a child. Hold me as I cry and release all that is inside. Let me rage. Let me cry. Let me sleep. Safe in your arms
About the Creator
KAT Hunt
I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 2 days ago in Confessions
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