Where I Belong

Where I belong is not just one specific place,

But a billion places.

Each person on this planet is my happy place.

Sometimes they let me enter their embrace,

But most times,

They don't.

I like the warmth I feel

When I am indulged in arms of all kinds.

It's like being near a burning fireplace

In the middle of a snowy winter.

I like the sound of honest heartbeats-

Sometimes slow and resolute, and sometimes quick and speedy.

But most of all, I like the way I don't have to move my head to the side

Because it'd be in the way.

It fits perfectly in the space above the chest.

It's different.

Every time I visit one of these places,

It is never the same.

It can smell like petunias on a bright rainy day one day

And an intoxicating guy you met at a night party on the other.

If I´m lucky enough,

I get to stay there for a long time,

But, of course,

Usually it's just a quick stop in and out.

When I'm wrapped up in a tight hug,

I can be myself.

I can bury myself and hide inside.

No one will know if I'd be giggling or sobbing.

I could do what I want because

This is where I belong.

-MTO