The Walls - Poem by Ruth warren
I know of a secret place, where only
I'm allowed to go;
for it's my safety and harbor, and
it lies deep within my soul.
I constructed it years ago, when
the abuse began to take place;
for I needed somewhere that I could go,
where I would feel peaceful and safe.
For outside the solace of those walls,
I knew danger was lurking for me;
but deep inside this soothing place,
I found there, safety and peace.
When I would find the courage, to
venture outside of those walls;
I was confronted with the pain in my
life, and danger constantly called.
Nothing has changed from my painful
youth, not even the ability;
to come and go, when I feel the need,
to escape from reality.
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