Fragments

⤞sanctuary

I'm tired of
these blue moods,
and the way that love
often ends in spite—
I'm looking for
something sacred
that makes me believe
it is worth the fight,
when I'm stripped
of sorrow,
and I can somehow
dare to believe
in the sanctuary of forever
with nothing left
for me to grieve,
yet these are high hopes
for someone who is used to
being alone,
yet I remain certain
that there are still seeds
that can be sewn.