all the places I could be

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I'm not quite sure where I belong. I always dreamed of living by the ocean, for the ocean lives in me. The ocean is in my heart, and as it beats, I can hear waves crashing against the shore. I have always loved the ocean. Maybe, because it's a beautiful mystery, just like me. When I was younger, I'd always pretend I was a mermaid. They've always intrigued me, and I've alway been jealous that they lived in the one place i wanted to; the sea.Although the softness of the sand beneath my feet brings me pure and utter peace, maybe it's not exactly where I belong.

Because, although there's a sea inside my heart, there's mountains in my bones. I've never been away from the towering mountains, frosted at the top with snow. That's where my home is. I met the love of my life surrounded by these mountains, and every time I look at them, I can imagine the crisp air rushing into my lungs. But, as beautiful as they are, maybe i don't belong there either.

Aside from the ocean in my heart and the mountains in my bones, I've got a forest in my head. A place full of gorgeous fog. And the smell of pine trees. Where it's all too easy to get lost. Just like my thoughts. But, the color green seems oh-so-soothing. And although a forest is anything but, it seems almost clear. A forest is like an escape, away from the city, but still lost in the woods. But, maybe a forest isn't exactly the right place for me either.

I've got a meadow in my veins. Where thousands of wildflowers grow, and the grass is up to the middle of my calves. Where i can run around and feel the grass beneath my feet, and see the gorgeous wildlife and feel like a free soul, which is what I am. Is a meadow really the right place for me though?

The only place in this whole universe where I feel like I belong, is in your arms. You are my home. Not some meaningless ocean, or the towering mountains. Not a foggy forest, or a wild meadow. You're my home. I belong with you. And as long as I'm by your side, I'm where I belong. With who I belong with.

That's what love is. Not a box of chocolates, or a dozen roses. But feeling at home with someone. It's that feeling where everything has fallen into place. And you, are the only person in all the cosmos that makes me feel this way. You're the only place in all the galaxies that I belong. You, You, and only You darling. 

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