In Your Arms Poem by Mel. D.

There is too much junk in my little world
That requires my attention and care,
Causing my sanity to come unfurled
And yell at life to get out of my hair.
A calm and free day is extremely rare,
And there is nowhere I would rather be
Than telling stress to follow if it dare
As I jump off into school work's deadly sea.
But its in your arms that I find safety,
Refuge from all life's strain and stress;
In you all my troubles I can bury
And render all life's dilemmas useless.
My time away from a stressing issue
Is only when I get a hug from you.