safe

safe, not something i feel every day definitely not recently safe, something for which i pray i do so privately i may not be a devoted believer i dont know if i believe at all sometimes, i just pray for a higher power someone or something who can help me feel less small i dont feel safe at home i dont really feel safe anywhere as long as she knows where i am, i must roam whats this under my hair? oh yeah, my scalp under my scalp, my skull under my skull, it feels like a swiss alp both beautiful and dull beautiful because of my imagination hence why i write these poems sometimes dull because sometimes it feels like a new york subway station lively, but overcrowded and full of rhymes i need safety and stability in my life but it never comes easy life is not an easy strife it isnt "easy peasy lemon squeezy" im not safe from "my inner demons" im not safe from "PAIN" but as they say in sermons "dont live your life in vain" SAFE