I've painted the sky
not blue,
but halfway between yellow and red,
sunrise and set
free from violent waters,
and modern horrors.
A haven,
to wear your afflictions as a badge of honour.
A place
where you will not be subdued,
where the world conforms to you.
YOU ARE READING
Haven
PoetryCreating a safe space for your 'other' where their emotions are accepted and feelings can be heard ;They are not dismissed or invalidated, no judgment is placed.
