My Safe Space
a poem about a place that makes me feel at home
Hidden in the stacks,
there are galaxies,
universes and worlds
gathered at my feet,
surrounding me, within reach.
I separate what I think
could be pearls and rubies
from ones that seem like
solid bronze.
From age 4, the library
was my safe place, a
home where I feel
both inspired and welcome.
I love how there is
never a limit of opportunities
to explore many worlds
without leaving the
couches and tables
that comprised
the children’s area
and now the main
stacks.
During the pandemic,
I feel like my safe space
is ripped away from
me, I miss it terribly.
I long for it daily.
No audiobook or e-book
make up for the feeling
of an actual book in my hands:
solid softcovers which feel
like silk in my hands,
opening my mind to consider
a different world or perception.
Thank you for reading today, I appreciate the time given :) This poem came from the prompt: a safe place. Tagging anyone who wants to participate, prompt is below:
