poem Foreign By Cara Thereon on Monday, April 21, 2014 No longer sacred This space is less mine Instead someone else’s refuge Where will I hide if not here? My holy spot darkened Robbed of my sanctuary I search for a new place Hoping to find safety In a different familiar Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like this:Like Loading... poetry month Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
hispetitelle April 21, 2014 at 8:30 pm Reply Hoping you get through it all amd can your sanctuary back quickly.
tedstrutz April 22, 2014 at 10:58 am Reply I like this poem. Although I know it is all too real, and my heart aches for you.
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This sounds very familiar. I hope you are ok.
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All my moving is putting me in a mood.
I hope you’re alright. xo J
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I’m okay. Changes that are getting to me.
Hoping you get through it all amd can your sanctuary back quickly.
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Thanks. I’m sure I will
I like this poem. Although I know it is all too real, and my heart aches for you.
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