My safe place . . .

Somewhere to feel safe and calm, to put me together when I fall to pieces. Your candy floss blossoms have long gone, but the shard of you that I carry in my heart can offer solace.  It can slow the erratic pounding and flood my soul with a soft balm.  Cherry blossoms, I miss you.  I need you more than ever.  Your beauty, your softness, your healing.