Poets logo

To my love

.

By Tiz MoorePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
To my love
Photo by Ümit Bulut on Unsplash

To my love,

It's been quite a while since we've gotten away.

There's just no time at the end of the day.

But I'd like to take you to a new place;

a place I like to call my safe space.

You won't need to use vacation time.

This trip we take won't cost a dime.

It's really not that hard to find.

It's located here, inside my mind.

Between an inhale and exhale I sit and wait,

and tell myself it's up to fate,

to decide whether I should breathe again,

or if this is where my days shall end.

I come here in the face of bliss,

like at the end of a perfect kiss,

or when the waterfall leaves me in awe,

as I'm lost in the beauty of what I just saw.

I come here when I don't feel right,

and the voices tell me I don't deserve the light,

or that I should not walk the earth,

for someone like me, has no worth.

I come here in the face of sorrow,

when I do not wish to see tomorrow,

or the thoughts in my head start to dance,

and convince me that I have no chance.

I come here in the face of shame,

when I no longer wish to have a name,

and I feel I should no longer go on.

You'll only visit this place when I am gone.

Yours truly,

E

social commentary

About the Creator

Tiz Moore

A land-dwelling science pirate trying to empty her mind onto a keyboard.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.