Choosing Light
I have an eclectic palette
But you’re the only taste that matters
I used to roll my eyes when they said
A lover can be your refuge
I thought turbulence feeds my drive
But here we are
And it’s everything to feel safe in your arms
No more flight or fight with shaking hands
And anxiety, an egg in my throat
A sickness that spreads
It always gives back
Feeding its cyclical wrath
Somehow you killed what I thought was immortal
A permanent part of me
But was never ever innate
You see me, hear me
Rather than starting fires
Or triggering highs and lows
Digging inside me, deep on elbows
Army crawling down my throat
Holding mirrors to reflect monsters
No
You gifted me with safety
You simply keep me serene
You warm my chest until it beams
And I am filled with certainty
That you won’t hurt me
And that is
Breathtaking
Refreshing
Everything
Graham Sherwood
Mon 2nd Jun 2025 21:52
I am always surprised to note how contentment colours the poet’s words. There is a glow in this.