A face cradled in my hands.
A body close to mine.
A heart open.
Receptive ears.
Comfortable silences.
Cozy mornings under blankets.
Teas and chats.
Plants in every room.
Small creatures to share the space with.
Acceptance.
Patience.
Understanding.
Feedback that’s constructive.
Kindness.
Openness.
I want all this,
but how can I be ready
with a tear stained face
a heart too afraid to open
words held in
walls built up
expectations of dissappointment
a lack of trust?
How can I be ready for acceptance from others
before I have learned to accept myself?
Caia Rose 