I was scoped up.
Cradled in the palm of it.
Wrapped in warming isolation.
Safe in a cozy cover of fear.
Well today I hung up my housecoat for a moment.
And sought sunlight.
It was just as warm.
Jolting.
My housecoat hung upon a nail awaiting my return.
I did as such.
For a time.
Time passed as it's ought to.
I retired my housecoat once more.
But to be worn again.
This is a new dance to me.
An evolution upon a well worn frock.
New golden satin with lace trim.
Worn proudly.
Hung proudly.
For both be
an opportunity of love.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
I was scoped up.
Cradled in the palm of it.
Wrapped in warming isolation.
Safe in a cozy cover of fear.
Well today I hung up my housecoat for a moment.
And sought sunlight.
It was just as warm.
Jolting.
My housecoat hung upon a nail awaiting my return.
I did as such.
For a time.
Time passed as it's ought to.
I retired my housecoat once more.
But to be worn again.
This is a new dance to me.
An evolution upon a well worn frock.
New golden satin with lace trim.
Worn proudly.
Hung proudly.
For both be
an opportunity of love.
