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The Sanctuary
Broken door plasterd in colorful paper
once past the threeshold
opens another world
shutting out reality
Between deep blue walls
candle light reflects
enclosed by incense mist
mingling scents with wood and straw
fading touch of powder and perfume
in the middle of a dozen faces
drawn in black and white
This place the city's noise can't reach
granting shelter from the storm outside
sun of brighter days won't shine
leaving me in dark
with silent emptiness
I've grown to love so much
This is my refuge, my sanctuary
where I want to wither away
once past the threeshold
opens another world
shutting out reality
Between deep blue walls
candle light reflects
enclosed by incense mist
mingling scents with wood and straw
fading touch of powder and perfume
in the middle of a dozen faces
drawn in black and white
This place the city's noise can't reach
granting shelter from the storm outside
sun of brighter days won't shine
leaving me in dark
with silent emptiness
I've grown to love so much
This is my refuge, my sanctuary
where I want to wither away
Published 17th Sep 2016
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Anonymous
- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
17th Sep 2016 10:23am
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17th Sep 2016 11:10am
Thank you very much, I'm very glad you like it so much. This piece has been written about the room in my parent's house that I grew up in. Even though it was very cold and simple, it did feel a little safer than the rest of the world. That was exactly what I wanted to deliver, and it makes me very happy, that I succeded, and have it received so well. Again, thank you for those kind words, it's very encouraging.
Anonymous
- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
17th Sep 2016 11:14am
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Anonymous
17th Sep 2016 3:38pm
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I do believe everybody needs their safe spaces - physical or not.
Some days the rest of the world got to me more, than my folks ever did, it was a place to shed at least part of my public skin. The relief of that for some reason felt greater to me than the danger of my situation, which is probably why I felt this way for that place, no matter how delusional that sentiment was.
I get your feel though, friend, the few hours I slept, I had my hand around the switchblade under my pillow. Each day I operated only on pills, on the slide down into addiction, so all my sympathies to you.
Funny as it may sound, but what helped out of the slump was to let go of my every will and enthrust myself to fate completely, resign to the knowledge that I may die any day.
Empatically NOT a recommanded practice though, still trying to mend the damage, many years later.
But well, whatever get's you along and helps you feel better is a good thing in situations like this.
Thank you very much for the nice welcome as well, I'm glad to be here! :)
Some days the rest of the world got to me more, than my folks ever did, it was a place to shed at least part of my public skin. The relief of that for some reason felt greater to me than the danger of my situation, which is probably why I felt this way for that place, no matter how delusional that sentiment was.
I get your feel though, friend, the few hours I slept, I had my hand around the switchblade under my pillow. Each day I operated only on pills, on the slide down into addiction, so all my sympathies to you.
Funny as it may sound, but what helped out of the slump was to let go of my every will and enthrust myself to fate completely, resign to the knowledge that I may die any day.
Empatically NOT a recommanded practice though, still trying to mend the damage, many years later.
But well, whatever get's you along and helps you feel better is a good thing in situations like this.
Thank you very much for the nice welcome as well, I'm glad to be here! :)
