• christian baez

a safe place to land

Happy? Yes, I can sit here with pride and declare my renown happiness. The creek below me sings a soft song of approval. He's good to me. He calls me things I for once accept, appreciate, believe. He clears the sticks laid on our path from fallen branches as we hike. He lights a fire in case his hold isn't warm enough at night. He welcomes my past, my present, our future into this place he calls home. Our home, he says. A home you and I once talked about. A happiness I once cheered for. A pride I now swallow, and admit that I did you wrong.


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