A Safe Place

A sunny sky
Gentle breeze ruffling my hair
A pine tree shadows us, looming high
The stone sits befor me, completely unbare,
Covered in tokens of love and memories.
An angel stands protecting
Surrounded by orchids, roses, lilies.
The silence is broken by birds tweeting.

This is his resting place.
The place I go when my
Earthly emotions can't be bound to a space
Insecurity, self-hatred, fear
Things I so desperately wish would disapear,
Leaving me with just myself,
Confident, smart, happy, proud.
Here, I don't have to worry of those
Painful bounds.
This place is perfectance.
This place is acceptance.

My grandfather died peacefully.
I take comfort in that fact.
Now he rests here
In this here graveyard
Where each soul was seen away with tears
Hundreds and hundreds of souls
All coming together
Winding through the soils
Until they wrap around me in an
Impenatrable blanket of comfort;
Protecting
Accepting

It's the thing that the whole world wants;
For someone to accapt
All their quirks, works, and faults
And thier secrets
Locked up like a vault.

Secrets like my secrets.
Secrets, that are accepted here.

Here, I'm not the only one with
These feelings
Oh, so many, many emotions
Pain, closure, happiness,
Revenge, sadness, serenity,
Fear.
All arching across the cementary,
Blending, mixing, to become a cancophonous feeling
Of peace

It's okay here.
Just me, grandfather, and the souls.
No stress, hatred, or fear.
Not here.
Just peace.

You might think me strange
For being so enflamed
With something simple.
But it's what I want most.
To be accepted by the host.
The host with the warm, blue
Compassionate eyes.
My grandfather.

But even more than him,
I desire it from them;
Acceptance,
From the ones I love most.

For I already know
That in my life
That one special emotion
Won't be
Always coming easy to me

So can you really blame me
For wanting it?