a sacred territory,a refuge
a nest, a tree, a house
rivers, bushes, under the stones
the whole world.
Comforting n soothing..
Inviting and protecting
Sheltering n nurturing ..
Voices resound against the walls
Echoes of your silence and your screams,
etched into the bricks..
The witnesses of ur joys n sorrows.
if they could tell,what would they not tell..
Of your excitements and disappointments
If they could show,what wouldn’t they show.
If they could but be the narrator of our stories,
What strange stories would be told..
Our naked faces,
Our naked emotions
Exposed to the world.
The place where we wear our mask.
Before we leave 2 face the world,
Our insecurities n worries,
Our deepest joys are all deposited here.
And when we exit the door,
We leave ourselves behind,
And our shadows strove forth.