SanctuaryA Poem by Christina May ShanabergI love the place where I go, sometimes, even if it is only in my mind!SANCTUARY
Very few people have understood me, So, my beliefs remain my own; My thoughts must stay free And I require a place to be alone; Many never find their own spot, There to wander among silent minds; Most can, only, see the junk they have got And have no time to reflect on quiet times; Beyond the trees and bushes, Across the painted fields of flowers, By where the winding creek rushes, I spend the peaceful, restful hours That one requires to evaluate The torturing episodes of yesterday; My opinions rule, without debate; All the heavy burdens fly away; Here, among the voices of memories And the sculpture of ageless nature, I am not surrounded by mysteries, But engulfed in what is simple and pure; Selfish; no, anyone may join in; Just find your own sanctuary And, then, you can begin To, fully, use each special day, By learning what you are inside, As you speak to your heartbeat; It is a true sin to hide From the dreams, at this retreat.
© 2010 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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