Where I feel safe

on

Places where I feel safe:

The lining of books

The shimmering water

Gilded butterflies

Sunshine

*

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

11/05/2015

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