My Sanctuary Poem by Melynda Smith

I quietly lay,
On this bed of feathers thinking,
Just thinking of all that matters.
I can see my mom, step dad, and 5 sisters,
all just silently watching, or playing something.
I smile gently and remember how lucky i am when it comes to them.
My sanctuary, is filled with memories,
Filled so much, that i'm surprised i forgot about them.
But, as i think and remember, i know that whatever happens,
I can always keep them by my side,
through thick or thin,
good or bad.
It doesn't matter because nothing can get through this room,
my special room that i reside inside.
Not a single bad memory,
nor anything that dares to try to bring me down can get through this.
This my room.
My special place.
My Sanctuary......