Its a soft gentle glow
Not a raging fire
A warmth that feels like home
Safety
Security
A bright welcoming smile
Arms open wide
The darkness recedes
Cast away
Retreating like a banished spirit
And I no longer hear the voices
Screaming ill never be enough
I no longer feel the doubts
Dragging me through the mud
The regrets
Crushing me like atlas under the sky
You extend the olive branch
And a tree blossoms
Growing tall and strong
Fed by the laughter
And companionship
Of kids too bright eyed
To know anything but joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem