Hidden Home

Come rest
tired one
lay your head down
and let me
rub away those
thoughts

Those tears
and fears
running out
over my chest
My calm
covering your
courage

stir in some dust
of dainty fairies
to soak
into that
cowboy helmet

The spiderwebs
coming down
to ensnare what I
can't
Carry away
my package

Caught
Forever

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