Safe Haven

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Safe Haven

By Lisa Barker

Warm floorboards drenched by midday sun, 
swept clean, 
the tidy broom in the corner

Yellow is the room – 
the walls, the glow, the aura

There stands a bare table, aged 
and worn smooth 
with a sensible chair to keep it company in its elder years

I shall place my typewriter there
I shall click and clack and breathe in ink and electrical warmth

Stories will flow, 
characters will fill the room; 
heartbreak and heartache will be the tune 
as main and minor characters dance to a healing finale

This room, my soul, will protect them and nurture their transformation


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