Oxymoron

folded, knees against her chest,
leaning back on her pillow
in the tiny room, hers,
she finds comfort in
small spaces,
alone

panic
creeping in,
as she sits quietly
on the old couch, amidst
the constant, echoing chaos,
trapped; vulnerable, in the open

~photo credit http://www.express.co.uk

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Journey of the Heart

img_6479there once was a girl inside this chamber
nestled in my heart,
it’s where she safely laughed and played,
so we were never far apart

a very long time ago,
she skipped and giggled free,
until chaos and darkness ruled,
causing her to flee

the darkness began to multiply,
and she’d hide more each day,
before too long she stayed inside,
and never came out to play

I locked tight the chamber door,
to save her innocence,
in hopes one day there’d be a safe place,
in which we could sing and dance

for years she frolicked all alone,
nestled safely in my core,
waiting to trust the sunshine,
so she could play freely once more

then one day my sight transformed,
and I realized the sun had been SHINING,
I’d missed it while guarding the chamber door,
I couldn’t see the silver lining

now she roams, unrestrained,
her smile upon my face,
another set of eyes to see,
on this journey I embrace

-photo credit thememorieskeeper.blogspot.com