Sanctuary Wood Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Where will you go when fear comes calling?
He won't take no. He's not for stalling...
Where will you go, with sleep filled eyes,
When the ghosts of sorrow and anger rise
And all of them slither along your street
With chains of savagery round their feet?

Where will you go when no one cares?
When pain and poverty climb your stairs?
They'll bar your window...your exit block,
And they'll stand at the gate of your world and knock

I have a stronghold, tall and good
In the tangled heart of Sanctuary wood;
I cross its moat, and its drawbridge close,
And it shuts up tight as a midnight rose.

There, for a little it's safe to stay
Out of the world and its worries way;
Imagination's a strong defence:
Nurture its power, guard its fence

Solace and peace and respite find
In the sanctuary of a quiet mind.