Our Lives are not always Pretty, rarely it's coated in Colours of Gold. A few bask in Rays of Sunshine. While others, shiver in the bitter Cold. At times, Life pictures joyful Faces and at times, it has a empty Past. Someone One Day, will fill your Spaces. But see to it, your memories Last. Tears like Leaves, will fall to the Ground and your Memories, will turn Cold. It's Love, that makes Life worth Living. See to it that, it's never Sold.
I have memories Of lying down in the backyard Of my childhood home Dressed in a hug Parka, snow bibs, and gloves a size too big The world had grown completely silent All my fears held back By a curtain of snowflakes
Sometimes when the world is too loud And everything is a little too much My mind will wander off To a snowy neighborhood At night In a small town
Often times this mental space holds only darkness All my developmental flaws Packed away in moving boxes Thick black smoke seeps between the cracks Of pristine cardboard and plastic Being loaded onto a truck A size too small
It’s funny That house never felt like a home But sometimes When the world was wrapped In a blanket of snow I felt peace and warmth Out in the cold
Written while discussing liminal space and safe haven. Where do you find moments of soul haven?