I’m the One

I am the soft place I land.
I am the arms that open to hold me.
I am the place I feel safest.

Those other places are hard.
The arms don’t open as readily.
There is always constant doubt.

But it’s hard to be soft.
My arms don’t hold the same.
And safe means alone.

So I hang in between.
Never hard, never soft.
One day I’ll get to choose.