Safe

There’s just something

Something about…

That makes me feel safe 

I bury my head on…

Chest 

And I stay there for a few seconds 

I never wanted someone else or others to be my safety 

I think that is an unfair expectation 

But the world scared me partially stuck and almost numb

Unable to make decisions because I couldn’t give myself what I needed 

At the time, I didn’t know how 

That isn’t me now 

But my body remembers 

And a little bit more safety between…

Arms 

Goes a long way

Angelica Flores 

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