Fiery breath
from a dragon of
misplaced hope,
long since extinguished
from the now-black walls
of my old home.
New room crowded
with well-meaning
dust mites,
to which I am
highly allergic.
Once-loved tree,
drowned with age,
rotting with loyalty,
waiting for his
friend to return;
waiting in vain.
New tree burdened
with the protection
of her weak brother;
she tries, but cannot
guard us both.
My sanctuary
cannot be bound
by walls or branches.
My sanctuary
cannot blot me out
with plaster or leaves.
I must shield my sanctuary
lest others tear it down.
My sanctuary lies within,
and within it shall remain.
I am my own sanctuary.