The circle of your arms is my home

It’s the comfort I seek on the days when I just can’t tolerate the world
Where I recharge and seek solace
Within that circle I can dream and rage
and be

Safe and warm; and
Brave and strong; and
Scared and vulnerable

But mostly I can just be me

Without fear or recrimination
Fights and petty arguments dissolve
There is no beginning or end
It is our eternity; our infinity

It exists only as long as we tend to it
At times I’ve heard it grinding down to dust; but
We repair it with the golden threads of laughter and love
Creating a more beautiful object because of the turmoil

Our difficulties become a trail of beauty woven through our lives strengthening the whole and remaking it in our image