Where I Belong.

I am searching for a place,

Anticipation lingers at the tip of my tongue.

A place that is warm and kind,

Where I will always hear my favourite song.

The place is colourful and bright,

It’s energy makes me feel so young.
It is filled with such depth,

My toes curl as I push my way through the throng.

I know the place, it’s in your arms,

In your embrace, I am where I belong. 

Written by

 ©Ivie M. Eke 2017.


About Classically Ivy

I write poetry, short stories and essays on www.classicallyivy.com-happy reading!
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