(Noun) Heartsick for my Sanctuary.
Yearning for its call.
Oh how I wish to go back but I am weak and incapable to face my sins.
For a split second, I enter the back of my mind
and open everything I wished to forget.
Everything I thought was locked, is now free.
But why do I feel trapped?
I try.
I try.
I try.
But I can't.
It clings on to me like a ball and chain enclosed on my ankle.
The memories silently flood down my face.
The pleasing, the bitter and the horrid.
Heartsick for my sanctuary.
Yearning for its call.
But I can't go back.
Not Now.
Not Ever