I want the moon to
raise me above the sky.
I want gravity to break
me down and keep me alive.
I want to feel the sand
between my toes;
the cool dirt and grit,
tough like gravel,
smooth like the
skin of a snake,
coiling underneath my feet.
Rising and sinking
like stars, with fireflies
beneath my gaze,
crawling across the dark.
I want to write my heart
into every grain
for the owls to see and stare.
The wolves will call my name.
The night will know me.
The wind will howl
in my ears, hungry lungs
gasping for a breath.
The trees will groan
like rocking chairs
against an old wood floor.
And I will dip my toes
into the lapsing water,
feel the chill skitter
up my spine like spider feet.
And I will know I'm home.
Every Beast Knows Home. [Poem]
Everyone has a place they know they belong. A place they know they can fall back on, to feel safe, at ease, and comforted. A place to call home.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
