What Safety Means to Me


Safety is being able to breath deeply

without the all too familiar hesitation

of an unwelcoming wasp that I have

grown to know for as long as I can remember.


Safety is not flight or fight.  Nor is it flee.

It's the warmest blanket you own

wrapped around you like a cocoon.

It is unapologetic security.


Safety is warm and tender like a mother's embrace.

It's like the way the moon is nestled in the sky

with all of the stars surrounding her. 

Protecting her.


Safety is the first drop of rain

after a lifetime consumed with drought.

It's watching all of my fears disintegrate

in the palms belonging to God.


Safety is running through a field of dandelions

without having to look behind me for danger.


Safety is carefree.