His hand reaches out to mine.
His embrace so familiar,
Into his arms I melt.
For the moment, nothing else matters.
With each breath, I find my calm.
The hurricane continues around me,
But shelter, his gift to me.
My mind finally abandons the turmoil
And I let go:
In its place he gives me hope.
This week Galit asked to conjure something. An object, a person, a feeling, a color, a season- whatever we liked keeping it under 100 words. Not sure about the word count, but this is exactly what I needed.