My safe space

My safe space is home for someone else
It's not available as a refuge or shelter
I go there in my mind when there is nothing left
But physically my heart is homeless.

I can see my safe space but cannot go there
For it is heavily guarded
Shall I don my armour and go to war
To find my peace and grounding?

What is it worth for me to be happy
Something I've never been
I'd fall on my sword and die if it would mean
That my safe space is eternally happy.





Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2020-03-15 at 21:49

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