Nowhere is safe—
I’ve heard it said.
One place is safe:
Inside my head.
There no one can touch.
There no one can hurt.
There I am a rock,
Solid, hard—I refuse to burst.
Half a century of walls
Erected, plastered, pasted, glued
Hold the pieces of me together
Never to be moved.
Do not look for a door,
No opening can be found.
Ironclad, it shelters an innocent child
Who built her safe place around
A fragile mind,
A chaste heart,
Protected from the monsters
Who gleefully tore her apart.
No comfort for this little child
For no one can enter this castle deep.
All alone, forever alone,
In the dark, she sits there yet and weeps.
WKT
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