In My Father's Arms

In your arms I like to cry, the safest place I run to

Running to you through time, until I collide in your arms always as your little girl

Hold me close with an embrace of peace and rest

My place of surrender, where tears write the story on my cheeks like a journal and the words wrap onto your shirt, a puddled, unedited mess

The feeling of release from holding my breath too long

In your arms I breathe

In your arms I write

In your arms I cry

Where I find peace

In my Father’s arms.