In my safe place

In my safe place

By Elaine Grech . . .

 

In my safe place

I am surrounded by trees.

My bare feet are caressed by the soft foliage.

The scents of lavender, roses and oranges

transport me to this peaceful, blissful space.

I look up and seek the dancing clouds playing with the sky.

I lean in, hugging the strong tree…

The tree that shelters me

with its protective branches.

I exhale…

I lay down, covered by my grandmother’s blanket…

I release…

I release what is no longer mine to carry…

I release what doesn’t belong to me…

I release back to mother earth…

I am held.