Be my security for a moment.
I need you now. I will be your
sanctuary of understanding later
this evening, but for now, I am
too frightened to be so kind,
trembling inside while the world
moves faster and louder than I can
comprehend, take my hand.
Just lead me home now. I am tired
and too scared to stay here.
Be my security.
Take me home.
I have built us a sanctuary for us there.
I promise you that I will bless you there.
Just take me home now.
Isabel Sylvan lives and writes along the Raritan Bay. Her poetry has appeared in numerous publications over the past twenty years. She is currently the editor of Poetry Breakfast, an online poetry journal. In 2012 she began producing an art collection featuring a mix of movie stills and her poetry. By merging images from stock footage with her poems, she has created a visually pleasing blend of poetry and photography. Her first widely published collection of poems, Songs In A Broken Minor Key is forthcoming and two additional collections are in the works. For additional information visit http://www.isabelsylvan.wix.com/poetry.