POEM – I’LL BE FINE
The cave that houses the cub.
Is a carcass in the sun leaning against a water starved shrub.
The heat pounds.
The rain beats in copious amounts.
Where’s the roof?
Why was life so unhinged for this youth?
It was meant to be a safe haven.
With warm walls that offers adoration.
Sweet smells of apple pie.
Explicit laughter that echoes in the sky.
Hills of daisies basking with the greenest of grasses.
I love yous that can be heard loudly as the wind passes.
That was what it was meant to be.
A simple cave called home with no debris.
Every cub needs the embrace of daddy.
Life isn’t perfect, I’ll be fine and my self love will be my own remedy.
By Sarah Martin Art by @terrinart_peter