My Safe Space
a poem about a place that makes me feel at home
Hidden in the stacks, there are galaxies, universes and worlds gathered at my feet, surrounding me, within reach. I separate what I think could be pearls and rubies from ones that seem like solid bronze.
From age 4, the library was my safe place, a home where I feel both inspired and welcome.
I love how there is never a limit of opportunities to explore many worlds without leaving the couches and tables that comprised the children’s area and now the main stacks.
During the pandemic, I feel like my safe space is ripped away from me, I miss it terribly. I long for it daily. No audiobook or e-book make up for the feeling of an actual book in my hands: solid softcovers which feel like silk in my hands, opening my mind to consider a different world or perception.
Thank you for reading today, I appreciate the time given :) This poem came from the prompt: a safe place. Tagging anyone who wants to participate, prompt is below:




