In school, I was told to write,
About a place close to my heart.
I started thinking for really long,
Going through options, not knowing where to start.
Should I write about my studio,
Where I sit and paint for hours?
Or my grandma’s garden,
Where I always stop to sniff the flowers?
It dawned upon me then,
To write about wherever I feel at home,
The place I return to when I’m lost,
Where I don’t need to wander or roam.
How can I find this place,
Is it far away through mountains or farms?
No, I don’t need to look that far,
My safe place is in your arms.
On the way to class, or in your basement,
My safe place is wherever you are,
You’re there for me without being told,
You don’t need a map or the north star.
Together in a comfortable silence,
I’m nuzzled against your chest,
I choose to revel in the happiness,
Because with you, I don’t feel second best.