Where I feel safe


Places where I feel safe:

The lining of books

The shimmering water

Gilded butterflies



Hiding under warm covers

Tea held eagerly in my glacial hands

Under my veil of long dark hair

Beside my friends in the sea


Hugging my stuffed-animal-strawberry

Lost amongst the pages of books

Head resting against one of them,

Sound asleep, by the flickering candlelight


Concealed behind thick, heavy winter clothes

Looking down in embarassment to hide my eyes

Which always reveal too much

A notebook in hand, writing poetry



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