Almost safe inside my sanctuary -
it's not that I'm afraid of solitude.
Yes, there is loneliness, but why delude
myself? In my heart, I must stay wary.
People will hurt you once your guard is down.
Hurt upon hurt - it gets hard to repair.
Still, I find that, in the end, I do care.
With no lifebelt, I fear that I might drown.
I just don't know the answers anymore -
as if I ever did. Does anyone?
Select a star to make a wish upon.
Remember not to double-lock the door.
I thought that I'd be safe here but I'm not.
I sense the final chapters in 'their' plot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.