(((((Kimmydawn)))))

I do like what you've written, beauty and truth explaining creatively what so many of us have done in one way or another.

What haunts me in the poem is the part that talks about the ones who find refuge in the lighthouse and NEVER plan to ever go back out into the world that treated them so badly. I know I have parts of me that fear the world outside of my home and outside my system of parts. I feel afraid to go and just as afraid to stay. My mom chose agoraphobia and I watched it narrow her life to a tiny circle. I don't want to choose her way and yet it pulls at me to stay home and stay safe.

When does that home stop being a sanctuary and become a cell?

I so want to come to a place in life where I am at peace with myself.

Thanks for sharing your writing!

Leslieann and the Pixies