I Need A Place Where My Soul Can Soar Poem by R. L. Allen

I need a place to live
my stories out
full bloom in flower and bud,

a place to sing through the
strings of words I paint
in crimson blood.

I need a place where
my soul can soar
above the doubts of sin,

a place where despite
the raging seas I
thrive on stories within.

I've searched for this
in gardens grand,
over beaches long and wide,

until I finally sought
my freedom in
the room I keep inside,

the place I sometimes
choose to hide

my soul - my bones,
my heart,

the place that
catches my
silent cries,

that has been
there with me
since the start.

From which,
after everything,
I can no longer

be
apart.