Warm Bread

A safe place
It feels nice here
Take no risks
Surrounded by the familiar
A comfort
Like warm bread
Such a place
Is a necessary retreat
In times of pain
To regroup, rest, or heal
But if we stay too long
We grow stale
Like that bread
If left out too long
Becoming brittle, crumbly
No longer soft and flexible
All things change
And we must also move
Leave our safe haven
And LIVE