I have built a sanctum of inner peace
Designed with walls of my choosing
a doorway or two and anything else
I want because it’s my inner home
Though I am not alone --
my inner child is here with me
Along with my teenage self
And my functional overachiever.
Sometimes we pace around this sanctum
As we hold our stories close
Choosing not to share with another
Because we feel like strangers
My age is crone and yet my mind
Is not confined by my years --
I remember I am more than my experiences.
I am the collective vessel of my soul.
This is my inner sanctum
Not a sanitarium, offering
hope for more talking and sharing
Growing closer and caring.
This is the true essence of what a family means
for I rewrite my history and create a family
welcoming all of me with caring and
acceptance, and love
I am all of my experiences and
All of me is needed to go forth
I can’t leave any of you behind
Or I’ll be repeating what I have suffered.
All of me wants to be loved
Even the little girl with shame in her eyes
Even the teenager fighting against.
We all want to be counted.
So my arms are open and I welcome you
When you’re ready, no matter
if you’re peering from your hidden spaces
or your back is turned to hide your faces.
We breathe the same breath