Silent Haven

These words which I write
from the lead of my pencil.


Are words of not only truth
but also of hope.


which I give to myself.


These words flow out of me
as if they are my last words
while I am still alive.


My creation from ashes and sadness
Swirling its colours so lightly.
Watching it create a world of its own.


My safe place.
Where I long to keep my secrets.

A silent haven.


The depths of my mind and heart.
Where every piece of me is stored.

I feel invincible
when lost in this world.


With a heavy heart
In return-
it fuels me


To weave through my mind.
Finding the hidden source
that`s corrupting my sanity.


And there, I find peace again
Intertwining my self and I
Where I belong.