Hugs

When storms within begin to rise and roar,

And all the world turns shadowed, loud, and wide,

One simple act can still my shaky core—

Your arms around me, putting pain aside.

My children’s touch, so small yet strong and true,

Reminds me who I am beneath the noise.

Their warmth becomes the peace I’m drawn into,

A quiet rooted deep in fleeting joys.

From you I feel the earth beneath my skin,

The kind of love that time cannot undo.

Each breath I take, you settle me within,

And make the fractured parts of me feel new.

No speech, no light, no thought can calm as much—

As being found, and held, in someone's touch.