What is it? Where is it? Does it really exist?
It lives, not in the grand and spectacular – but in simplistic and still.
It resides in the quiet places – the smallest streams of the soul.
It reveals itself in the whispers of mercy and care:
That whispered hug that says, “You’re safe with me.”
And when it is unearthed, I remember.
I remember and rest in the knowledge that it’s all okay.
It’s okay to just be – and to not be pretty, or graceful, or charming, or great…but just to be.
This is my safe place, my place to be – or not to be. My place to be…me.
-A. L. B.