Sanctuary

A description of my High School sanctuary and Home.

The entrance to my sanctuary is guarded by stones, surrounding the wooden structure that will lead me to my dreams.

This door is painted with a mural, a mighty warrior daring you to enter if only to feel his wrath, if only to hear the stories that only he has lived and only he may tell.

A window is all that allows the unwelcome to see into my land of mystery.
Peer inside and what shall you find?

Oh, what a good question you asked.

Oh, what a mind.

Inside it is a grassy plain, waves of green pulled by the current of the wind.

Flower petals settling in her hair, carressing his cheek, resting for a moment in their chair, before running away again as the worried paternal wind hurries it along.

The wind, so sweet, tugs gently at their hair, as a mother would run her hands through a child's.

In all these things, tranquility resides.

Lifting the burdens of life from every visitor's shoulder, settling into the cushions of their seats, under their stomachs as they lie on the ground, keeping them safe from the cold that might seep up through their clothes. The tranquility that warms their cheeks even as the wind, as motherly as she is chaotic, presses against their skin.

You see the waves of my fancy, dancing carelessly with the current of my dreams. The stories that I may never tell swimming haphazardly through the shards of pain that tumble around them. Every glancing blow that my pain lands adds a little to my stories, dancing through my currents, giving them meaning, giving them character, setting them apart from all the rest... Seperate from every story I ever heard. From every inspiration I've ever seen, experienced.. Felt.

You'll see the sun of my smile as I laugh at that story. The ghost of a cloud as a memory passes by. The reflection of the moon in my mind's eye that hints at a story, fictional or not, hidden in my deepest thoughts.

You need only ask the right question.

Say the right words.

Smile that certain way.

Be absent a certain day.

To bring forth that thought, that story, that experience.

From my heart, my soul, my life..





Me.


My dreams, my fancies, my smile's and my fears. All reside on the other side of this glass made of tears.

Made of grins.

Made of hope.

Made of inspiration.

Made of talent.

See, this secret sanctuary that you find yourself intruding upon is not only inhabited by myself. Nor one other person. No few people at all.

This window to the soul, is a window upon a door.

This knight that guards and instills a majestic undertone is no more than a hand's feeling as a person places her talent for all eyes to see.

These stone guards no more than bricks in the wall that make this a sanctuary.

Not just my sanctuary.

Not just her's.

Nor his.

Nor any one person's.

This sanctuary, may be no sanctuary at all.

To each their own, I say.

But I shall tell you, dear reader, that no matter what..

This door shall lead to a mind.

To a heart.

And to a soul.

Each and every time one walks through and has the care enough to listen and to hear.

For this is no ordinary door.

No ordinary sanctuary.

Oh, no, not in the least.

For this door is the door..

To Writer's Block.