My Sanctum
Location
This paper understands me.
It catches the words that bleed from my mouth.
Cushions the blow as they fall to my desk.
This page is the place where I don't have to hide.
My pen is the bike for an open mind ride.
I don't have to think
I just have to feel.
Spill ink in the sink.
I don't have to kneel.
I am in control whenever I write.
The reason I do?
We all have to fight.