Your Hugs Feel Like Home
A poem of sorts
By Rachel O’SteenPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Your hugs feel like home.
A home that promises a warm glowing fireplace. The kind with a fuzzy rug that invites lazy naps, easy talks, and safety… solace… certainty.
A comforting shelter that shields biting sleet and drowning rain, with arms of solid logs and roof of perfectly fitted cedar shingles, like our entwined fingers.
A cooling respite from the burning rays of an unforgiving sun.
But is this home built on sand or rock? A beach that washes away with the feckless winds of my heart, or a mountain that rises eternal, withstanding the relentless, buffeting blows of time?
Is this home real?
Do I want it to be?
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