My Sanctuary

In the music.

This is my own private residence.

When life wants to shoot the stars out of my eyes,

Or tear the love from my heart,

I go here-

I leave life behind,

to settle in the dust.

My golden cage,

the lyrics hold fast as iron bars.

My voice is the glue which holds me together,

should I start to crack.

Close my eyes-

Close my mind.

Open my heart-

Open my mouth.

Forgiving-

Forgetting.

Love-

Loss.

All more bearable,

all more palpable.

For this is my sanctuary.

 

 

Reviews

[marianne]

Wonderful poem and knowing Annabel I can tell you her voice is as beautiful as her words!

[starwillow]

what music do you listen to? Great poem.
Starwillow