When everything in life has changed,
When my world is rearranged,
When all I know is sore awry,
I have to find somewhere to fly.
I always seek a happy place,
Where my pulse will no longer race,
Yes, I find a point of calm,
Where my spIrits fInd some balm,
And this is where I go.
A spot engendering rest and peace,
A sense of poise and sweet release,
I memorise each line and curve,
Which I believe my spirits serve,
So I can return when things go wrong,
And I need strength and help along,
It may seem smalł, to me it’s huge,
Because my soul requires refuge,
So my secret now you know.
© Caro Ness 2017
Mal ward © Photo by +Mai