Safe Harbor

 

In the quiet calm I meditate

emotion held in momentary pause,

a temporary channel to escape;

yet lure of such is just ill-fated ruse

All the fantasies I’ve entertained

are locked inside a box without a key

I’ve nothing left to lose, but what’s to gain,

here beyond, where everything’s a dream.

The melody that weaves throughout our days

collides with cacophony from within;

I miss the song that blew in from the sea

the one that knows secrets that I hold

mindful where I’ve come from, who I am

yet always whispers “You are safe with me.” 

 

© Ginny Brannan 2022

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