There is a place where I have everything I want.

Where I live in a building of my design.

Surrounded by friends and needed comfort.

All the tastes, touches and smells I could ever want.

Guarded from all discomfort.

Where all I can find is more of myself.

***

It is a place of vacation.

Isolated away from whatever I have to run away from.

I would never call it a fun place however.

Anyone else that has the same would know what I mean.

More of a safehouse rather than paradise.

For when the rest of the world has fallen away.

***

Not every support system is infallible.

This remains in the rubble.

The bricks of that house built from the fragments of shattered hope.

The very earth created from the ashes of love.

Salt of despair in the water but invisible to the tongue.

A lonely and detestable place but needed all the same.

***

Everyone visits this place but all are different in appearance.

Some secluded in the mountains and others a clear place overlooking the sea.

While others see a familiar bedroom with golden sun streaming through a window.

I return here every once in awhile timidly.

Therapy I require to survive another day and lay down down quietly.

Dreaming of the day that it no longer has to be my place.