There are no gates here. There is no way out here I thought I was trapped here, Thought I would die here. Thorns encamped, Imprisoning in pain Surrounding in hopelessness Alone in isolated waiting. I had thrown myself to the ground. To bury myself against harsh reality. Then … Then you lifted my head and through sore eyes I realised. Saw you and realised There could never be reason enough to leave this wide open place. Not alone, not now, never was … I am with you in the gard

What safety is this? Not the absence of danger or freedom from pain, Not life without struggling again and again. Not quiet or stillness or serenity calm, Not shelter from anger, the world or harm. Because, I am safe … but I am also alive. What safety is this? Threat surrounding deliberate-misunderstanding,  Attack of kindness with, “hate,” their campfire song. Innocence violated, spat at, stoned and forgotten. Beauty flogged, discounted martyred and down trodden. You see, I