To be wrapped in a blanket of warmth is to be held safe within the arms of reassurance.
Whether a blanket of sun rays encircling my being,
or a bedspread of warm water hugging me;
it doesn’t quite matter.
Just to be engulfed by her kinetic energy is comfort to my soul.
Waves of radiation can crash the banks of my broken body.
I feel comforted as fingers of fire reach for a frozen me.
When I’m tired and stressed my muscles beg to touch Fahrenheits that mimic fevers;
I draw her for them.
Just to feel her stroke these bones is comfort to my soul.
I’ll fight to stay—
surrounded
even if she’s too hot too handle.
I’ll sit and soak—
in the comfort of her coming down.
At night, I invite her next to me
knowing she’ll leave.
Just having her there for a little
lets me sleep.
When I wake to find her gone,
I wander to find her
Because just to know she’s there…
comforts my soul.
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Natalie Stover
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
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Love this piece!