I know of a secret place, where only <br />I'm allowed to go; <br />for it's my safety and harbor, and <br />it lies deep within my soul. <br /> <br />I constructed it years ago, when <br />the abuse began to take place; <br />for I needed somewhere that I could go, <br />where I would feel peaceful and safe. <br /> <br />For outside the solace of those walls, <br />I knew danger was lurking for me; <br />but deep inside this soothing place, <br />I found there, safety and peace. <br /> <br />When I would find the courage, to <br />venture outside of those walls; <br />I was confronted with the pain in my <br />life, and danger constantly called. <br /> <br />Nothing has changed from my painful <br />youth, not even the ability; <br />to come and go, when I feel the need, <br />to escape from reality.<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-walls-2/
