Inside My Head

by marycathleenclark53

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Nowhere is safe,
I’ve heard it said.
One place is safe–
Inside my head.
There no one can touch.
There no one can hurt.
There I am a rock,
Solid, hard—a little girl cursed.
Half a century of walls
Erected, plastered, pasted, glued
Hold the pieces of me together
Never to be moved.
Do not look for a door,
No opening can be found.
Ironclad, it shelters an innocent child
Who built her safe place around
A fragile mind,
A chaste heart,
Protected from the monsters
Who gleefully tore her apart.
No comfort for this little child
For no one can enter this castle deep.
All alone, forever alone,
She sits there yet and weeps.

Photo: Pixabay

 

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17 Comments to “Inside My Head”

  1. This is so moving … how often is the child walled up in inner fortresses, a sad reality.

  2. Bravo. This work is your rock. There are so many things I love about this. In the end, everyone seeks refuge inside their head. Everyone can relate to that. “Protected from the monsters, Who gleefully tore her apart.” Loved those lines. But that haunting finale “All alone, forever alone, In the dark, she sits there yet and weeps.” You nailed this piece with those words. Love this, love this, love this.

  3. inside the head is the truest place, but sometimes seems like the least safe place to go.

  4. An absolute gem.
    Has this been posted on your site?

  5. Yes, of course.
    I did follow you on that site.
    But I now follow the new you.
    Or is it the old you? Lol. 😎

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