Being Held

I long to find a secure place to rest
that allows me to lay down my defenses
enables me to surrender my burdens

I long to find a soft place to land
to relax my muscles
and to recover from my wounds

I long to find a safe place to be vulnerable
allowing my soul to lie bare
and to regather my energy.

I long for all these things and more. I know where to look. I know it exists. So please, simply open your arms and allow me to be held.