I searched in places far and wide, For somewhere safe, for peace inside. But walls and roofs could never be, The home my soul was meant to see.
It wasn't bricks, it wasn't land, It was the warmth within your hand. It was your voice, your steady eyes, That turned my storms to clearer skies.
Now anywhere the world may roam, I've found in you my only home. A place where all my wounds can rest, A heart that loves me even after death.
Brailles - 3. The Lone Voice (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1633492141-brailles-3-the-lone-voice?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OnukaoguOkechi83 Brailles is a gathering of poems that do not simply speak, but leave traces-raised impressions of feeling that remain with us long after the words have passed. Like braille on a page, these poems are meant to be felt as much as read: each line a touch, each stanza a memory pressed gently into the surface of our lives. They are marks of love, grief, longing, and wonder-poetic imprints that guide us through the unseen language of emotion. This collection is for those who believe that poetry is not only heard but carried, that words can leave brailles behind-silent, enduring reminders of what we have lived and what we continue to feel.
