MY SANCTUARY
this is my sanctuary
pen is my sword
paper is my shield of…
my truth
a record of thought patterns
splashed on my so-called canvas
tell me…can you handle this?
for I delight myself in exposing
aspiring to make sure that I empty
all the clutter from my sanctuary
It rejuvenates my soul
when I dive into the realm of creation
I fill a large portion of my whole
it’s like super glue
to fill in my tiny cracks and…
place me on top of the shelf
as if I were never broken
my spirit travels on my words
as I have many times previously spoken
this sanctuary has set me on a journey of solace
It has kept me from being
A gangster laying on the mortuary slab
the more I reveal…the more that I can breathe
no more do I freeze like ice in the fridge
when I come face to face with my reality
come…be with me in my sanctuary of words and rhymes
Heartfelt thoughts…metaphors.
for my sanctuary has no roof, doors or walls
you are invited to walk down my many halls
for my sentences are housed in an enormous mansion
my words are the red carpet that will lead you to the front door.
you do not even have to say open sesame to enter
just respect with an open-mindedness
as you explore the vast expanse that is my sanctuary.
