Bitter-almond mornings
spew poison
People crush my spirit
Fragmented woman
clawing her eyes out
So when they ask me
why I never
leave this room, I tell
them nothing. . .
shut the door and sink
into sanctuary
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Sherry Asbury
Member since:
September 7, 2006 Sanctuary
December 11, 2006 03:06 PM EST
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comments: 7
Bitter-almond mornings spew poison People crush my spirit Fragmented woman clawing her eyes out So when they ask me why I never leave this room, I tell them nothing. . .
shut the door and sink into sanctuary
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Comments: 7
As I am a mental health person, my sanctuary is like a marshmallow that I sink into until it covers my ears, cutting off all sound.
PTSD never lets go... so I sink LOL