Two plush toys on a books shelf

Feels Like Home

For Felix

I love the way you make me feel when you hug me
I know I’m not alone
I love the way you make me feel when you’re with me
Cause it feels like home
It feels like
Home

I can feel and cry freely
I don’t have to hold it in
I can rage and scream and yell
And it won’t sound like a din
I don’t have to pretend
Cause my mask is coming off

With you I’m fee
To be me

Why can’t I cry?
Why must my sun just keep on shining
Clouds refuse to pass by
And my heart just keeps on pining
Fills me up, every port
Overflows till there’s just drowning
Neverending always more
Head can’t think for pounding
A flash of red
My blood just keeps on raging
And that flush of dread
Many eyes that seek engaging

Till you’re just there
A touch a sound my anchor
A show of care
Around me now my harbour
And I know I’m held
Your arms, no place safer
Such release, heart felt
Sun returns from its shelter

I love the way you make me feel when you hug me
I know I’m not alone
I love the way you make me feel when you’re with me
Cause it feels like home
It feels like
Home

© AM (Xander) Hunter July 2023

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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