Sanctuary Poem by Christine Sears

My door is shut.
That's when I cut,
To relieve my gut
When I'm stuck in a rut.

My ears are closed.
That's when I dozed,
My body perfectly composed,
My scars unexposed.

My mind is tired;
Life has backfired.
I'm improperly wired and
My time here is expired.

It's here I don't belong so
Dear, please play along.
No more religious songs,
No more trying to stay strong.

When will you realize
I don't want to be alive?
I'm ready to thrive so
I take a dive into my
Sanctuary.