Your own secluded slice of sanctity.
For amongst the hoards
Or within your own,
Upon your own time may you find
The strength to retract and relax.
Words not spoken fly through your head,
Yet permit them not, the time they may take.
For there is honestly so much more to found
Than what you already know.
Life will arrive with ferocity attrocious
To the mind anchored elsewhere.
Yet only the strength of a love undaunted
Shall reveal a tenacity to life, unhaunted.