Someday, not today

Someday, not today… 

I will live in that house

in the meadows,

away from this world. 

Where I wake up…

to the cool mist on my nose,

to the smell of warm cinders

flickering in the fireplace,

to the snow covered ground

outside the window,

to the rain spluttering on the rooftop,

to the furry paws

snuggled up beside me. 

Where I am… 

protected by the mountains

from cruelty and anger,

filled by the river

with empathy and compassion,

shielded by the trees

from pain of the past, 

nurtured by the flowers

so I always blossom. 

Where I can…

be who I am

without fear of retribution,

and

live the way I want

free of guilt and persecution. 

Definitely someday. 

Not today.