Safety

Everyone is their own kind of safe. Some people feel safe, when I meet them it feels like home, a previous life, a connection a bond. Some people at first feel safe, like there’s a veil and more to learn. Others don’t feel safe, a guard, a wall, will I let you in? I can see you from afar, watching and waiting. Permission to enter, permission to pass. What is safe? Can I keep myself safe? Even if you break through my grounds and into my heart, trusting my gut from the start. My reactions, my responsibility. This isn’t about you, you’re apart of my story. The stories in my mind, all encompassing, floating by like clouds. Trauma picks and pulls turning them into rain. Grace comes in tears down my walls and gives me the courage to face.