There is a place for you,
a gentle, easy place,
a place with no relation
to what or where you’ve been
There is a place where
you won’t even remember
what it was to worry,
what it was to wait to be accepted
All you thought you wanted
falls like sticks before a flood,
before the welling up
of your true unleashed desire
You can breathe it
and also drink it
and it takes you down
to the place that you’ve been longing for,
the place that has so long awaited you.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2018
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