***She has this place where she goes
when she needs to be all alone.
She calls it her place,
a place where the hurts of the world
quiet down and fade away.
A place of beauty, where her fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain she feels
in colors bright and cheery.
It’s a place of peace, where the fears
of her heart slow and still…
A place of calm, where the oceans
of emotions lay at her feet
and weep no more.
It’s a place where she can breathe,
where she feels sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of her canopy of shade… It’s her place.
She went to her place…..
……she visits very often...***
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
***She has this place where she goes
when she needs to be all alone.
She calls it her place,
a place where the hurts of the world
quiet down and fade away.
A place of beauty, where her fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain she feels
in colors bright and cheery.
It’s a place of peace, where the fears
of her heart slow and still…
A place of calm, where the oceans
of emotions lay at her feet
and weep no more.
It’s a place where she can breathe,
where she feels sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of her canopy of shade… It’s her place.
She went to her place…..
……she visits very often...***
