The Shape of Safety
Where the nervous system can finally rest.
I dream of being held.
My head on someone’s chest,
listening to their heartbeat.
Their hands in my hair,
not to escalate,
but to comfort and ground me.
A moment of real peace.
Where I don’t have to be strong.
Where I can just exist
and be held.
I would breathe them in
and fall asleep in their arms.
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About the Creator
Alicia Melnick
Writer & visual artist exploring emotional truth, creativity, and the long work of breaking inherited patterns. Essays and prose exploring resilience, identity, and carrying light forward.
📜 writing | 🎨 art → @spookywhimsy
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