Softness

There’s a softness when I come home:
A steady landing I can fall into,
And a warm air I freely inhale with ease.
There’s a blanket in which I can wrap myself and I don’t feel alone.

Our home is small, simple, and not much for which to brag.
Our outside worlds are large, spinning, and overwhelming:
They make us worry, stress, & question everything we see.
But our home gives quietness and peace—what we otherwise won’t grab

For now, it’s just you and me and a silly pet we adore
But you are so much- this home is so much- of what I need right now.
In the midst of all the constant rumbles of disquiet,
This home gives me hope for what will be more.

Some days I feel impending pressure to move along and speed up.
But I know these are the days in our relationship we’ll look back and miss.
Over the last 5 years, we’ve come so far and grown up so much.
I know as we get older this life we’ve built will always be enough.

There’s a love when I come home:
Sometimes I’m too blind and caught up to let myself see it.
But it’s there waiting for me just the same.
This love is ours to break, fix, and improve-
Together- No matter where we temporarily roam.

--Written by Sandy Heights
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