I've built a storm shelter deep in my mind
For when I feel I must take flight;
I get there quickly, my provisions are few -
Some music, pen and paper to write
It's a very small space, just for me alone,
I really don't want company;
And please, don't come by to ask how I am,
You might not like what you see
When life overwhelms, I can get there fast,
I get comfortable, then I lock the door;
I sit in the corner and cover my eyes,
When I just cannot bear anymore
The shelter is dark - I reject the light,
Light tends to make things too clear;
I know what's out there - I don't want to see,
What you can't see, you tend not to fear
Don't question my judgement, I'm not new at this,
Misery always seeks its darkest lair;
And if the storm should get too unbearable
You'll find me kneeling in prayer
So if you don't hear from me for awhile,
(I never know how long the storm will last)
Don't worry, I'm safe in my dark little room,
The chamber door is bolted fast
It's nice to retire to a shelter when things get overwhelming. Nice write.
amid the turbulence outside, we find a peaceful haven inside to retire and hide. at least we can escape for sometime. great poem, Lora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a shelter is required in life, it keeps us sane even when situations are unfavorable. As always a wonderful poem with rhyme and rhythm.
Thank you for your insightful comment.