Anna (poetry series)

the walls whisper

in the night,

sparkles of light

like fireflies,

a cool breeze

goosebumps,

the doorbell rings...


I wake up

to a warm embrace.

strong

familiar

safe.

I feel held,

seen

loved...deeply loved.


like she's always been there -

always known me.

ever present.


This time, I've come back -

finally ready

to see her.


By: Gillian Marie Pearce




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