Grateful Exhaustion On Her Soft & Cozy Battlefield
Her battlefield was soft and cozy,
Pillows and blankets strewn about,
Awaiting each and every soul who needed comfort…
Most often, her own.
She knew how lucky she was…
Blessed with privilege and plushness,
Healthy children who were loved,
And a few precious humans who cared for her.
She so wished that was enough.
Her heart was truly grateful,
For all of the many blessings in her life.
But she longed for peace.
The kind of peace found in slow, quiet mornings,
Evenings filled with candlelight and soul connection,
Conversations that filled her heart and made her laugh,
And gave her hope that everything was going to be okay.
She was hungry for that soul-level peace,
And she didn’t need anyone to save her,
But she found herself longing for understanding,
And maybe even someone to lean on now and then.
Strong arms that supported without taking over,
