Silent Haven

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

 

Are words of not only truth
but also of hope.

 

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.