Safe Keeping?A Poem by RheaB"Safety" is not a state of behavior and "Home" is but a figment of desire. So touched by ......."Keep me safe until I can find my way home." I awoke with these words stinging in my head, over and again. I wanted to reach out and touch them as though they were a talisman of white magic and would by my caress, silently disappear. I know where I am; I am at home, cocooned in my own wool fleece warmed mattress, a low healing current is running through the upper throw of nylon that blankets my ever-chilled body. Bolted are the heavy doors, I am safe; my windows are jammed with double brass locks. A blinking green and red light reminds me of the electronic alarm that aids the fragile and frightened. Now I am saying the words, a subtle mantra, over and again. "Keep me safe until I can find my way home." I arouse to a time of deep concentration, as only the night can allow. Enlightenment comes as a shade of gray from the wall by my bed, reflected in the wavy silvered glass, framed in the antiquity of frozen mahogany, imprisoned are my eyes by stares of my own, mirrored by memories of times unrepentant. "Safety" is not a state of behavior and "Home" is a figment of desire. So touched by God's formless hand, I long for the substance of encompassing space that empties my dependencies but fills my life with foundations, I am free but filled, No one can hurt me, I belong. The words linger in rhythm with the pulse of the furnace, but only as a closing refrain, I turn, and I sleep in the silence, safe and at home.
© 2010 RheaBAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 30, 2010 Last Updated on October 31, 2010 Tags: Awake, nigh time, reflections AuthorRheaBOwensboro, KYAboutI am "a word doodler' and story teller. I draw on life experiences from my family, friends and geography. Recently, through much prodding, I have begun to record and share these through the written wo.. more..Writing
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