The best spot ever
A poem about my love. It is only with him that I feel "at home"
The end of the day has come
a long day of hiking
an emotional day at work
a day of tough trials
Breathe…
all my stress melts away.
Where we are
what we have done
what needs to be done
Breathe...
none of it matters.
Your eyes shine golden
when I walk through the door
in your presence
in your gaze
Breathe...
I find my peace.
Together we craft dumplings
rolling the dough
in rhythm with the music
we fold them carefully
as we sing in unison
Breathe...
I feel happiness.
We lay in bed
you lift your arm
invite me in
I curl into the hairy pit
rest my head on your chest
the warmth of your skin against my cheek
the gentle pulse of your heart in my ear
Breathe...
your scent fills my nose.
Like a sip of tea
my muscles relax
warmth settles within me
Breathe...
I feel safe.
My hand upon your stomach
fiddling with your hair
your arms so tight around me
you caress my hand
Breathe...
the softest touch.
A gentile pressure on my head
your loving kiss
Breathe...
I am loved.
Nothing else matters
in this moment
I am calm
comfortable
cared for
this is my favorite spot
Breathe...
this is my home.
About the Creator
Mollie Harrison
Almost thirty and I think I have finally found myself. In the past few years I have gone through a crazy variety of experiences. Between getting married, divorced, The Appalachian trail and hitchhiking the US, I have stories to tell.
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I Love My Job
I tried the whole "work full time at a shit job in order to afford basic luxuries" lifestyle and was absolutely miserable. I tried fast food, retail, restaurants, healthcare, factory work... it all leads to burning out and hating life. The money wasn't worth the exhaustion, the anxiety and the lack of self worth. So I went on a very long hike and re-evaluated what I wanted out of life, I wanted to enjoy my job, even if it meant I needed to give up many luxuries I had come accustomed to. If I had an apartment and bills to pay then this job wouldn't be able to support me but thankfully I manage to avoid such costs by living in my off-grid converted school bus.
By Mollie Harrison4 years ago in Journal
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