And then, a sanctuary…
musings
poetry
philosophy
And then,
In the middle of everything,
The boulders, the climbing,
Slippery slopes and thorns,
In the middle of everything,
A sanctuary opens it’s arms
Offering you a brief respite,
A small, green, slice of love,
Where you can go to pieces.
And then,
In the middle of everything,
The boulders, the climbing,
Slippery slopes and thorns,
In the middle of everything,
You find the will to keep at it.