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.
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.