Sanctuary

My poetry
My sanctuary
A temple safe from reality

Do not take your stone axes to these pillars I have carved
For this is my home land and not yours

You don't have to bow down or adore
Look right over there is the door
Leave

As I stand here and believe in the power of my words
Granted to me the scriptures

That was made up in my head
With all these sayings to shed

A bird molting old feathers to grow anew
A scab forming in order to heal

A place for me to reside
When I have no one to stand beside

A voice out to people
About the loneliness in my steeple

A shiver down my spine
Whenever I imagine something so divine
Not divinity from the above heavens

As this world rapes away my virginity
But not the kind played out in back alleys or in a bed
But the ideas and thoughts running through the dark passages in my head

Have you seen these lines under my eye
And seem how much I have tried

Limping forward with both arms numb
Trying to carry all I have done

My family, friends and lovers have bleed
To have my head covered in lead

To lock in all these uncomfortable feelings
To stop me from believing

And here I kneel at the pew
Crying and screaming and trying to decide what to do

Climbing the steps
I stumble and slip and fall

Dear god help me
For I am falling
I do not fear the fall is self
But what happens after

My story can't end yet
I can't just let my words go
Lingering here for this show
Of my emotions and beliefs

For I have a personal poetic prophecy
And without it I am lost you see
My words are my bible
And my tongue speaking my gospel

I will travel
And dapple
In all others stories and desperate cries
As I hold my poems to me even as I die

Poetry is my sanctuary
It keeps me from losing my sanity
Allowing my words to be spilled out on a page

It holds me close as I cry
And allows me to continue trying
To fit my tiny sanctuary
Into this crazy reality