Charlotte Ashlock

Safe Spaces

June 16, 2016 My Poetry 0

Places that are safe
And places that are sacred
Are harder to find nowadays
You have to look for little cracks of light
And pry them open against the darkness.
My safe space is in your smile, dear friend,
It’s in the sound of my husband’s snore,
In the silence of our church group’s living room circle,
In the bright minted morning that no one has spoiled.
My safe place is hidden in books and bright in music,
But walls and rules will never make me feel safe anymore.


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