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.