Safe Harbor

I long to escape this reality,

Feeling trapped,

Being responsible.

To retreat to a safe harbor,

A hideaway,

A sanctuary,

To seclude and anchor myself

Away from here,

Away from care.

In my imagination I run away

To a guarded nook,

Any life but the one I have.

Yet I know before I set out,

 That my care-filled vigil

Is the only place for me.

And so I come home

To my heart,

My sacred place.

     Writing about my cancer experience and Fred's stroke has been  instructive. I can be more objective about my pain, but tears still come when I write of Fred's. Perhaps that's why we have partners, to reflect compassion back to ourselves.