How long more will I be supported

as I have been?

Where else would I find more solace,

healing and a bit of the true coziness

yet some cuddles?

I’m afraid that it is bound to be dried

the source I have been fed for so long,

so much I have called on it.

I can’t ever spare its comfort and relief,

being myself, quite often, the lost sheep.

I know there have been many angels,

disguised like humans,

who have rescued me from some frequent

strange, unreal and dubious underground.


Published in the January 2017 issue of Spirit Fire Review.


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