Safe Space

There is a place that only I know
In the depths of my mind, aglow
I can go there when frightened
And emerge, enlightened
From the peace that I find when I go

So what is it like, this haven, you ask
It’s a forest of trees under whose shade I bask
With a stream running through it
And and a row of shiny toilets upon which you can sit
If the need arises

It is sunny but shaded
Somewhat mystically aged
Flowers hugging the trees
No-one else around, just me
There is a wisdom beyond which you can imagine

I have a pillow and a blanket
But lie upon the grass, anchored
The grass is cool to the touch
The blanket just warm enough
The stream babbles and birds sing in the sky

So when frantic I feel
I abandon the real
And retreat inward
Hearing the word
“Beautiful” repeat.

Beautiful.

Claire

Amateur poet (33f) who has an interest specifically in mental health, music and cooking. Looking to connect with and resonate with others who experience difficulties in life due to mental illness and difficult life circumstances, through poetry.

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