The Sanctuary Within

 

My grandma's cottage,

the cornerstone of my childhood

Sanctuary.

I sought it down all the shambling years.

I finally recognized that 

it required solitude, living alone

in silent rooms, where no anger is expressed.

Peace took up residence within, and,

thereafter, I carried it with me

to each new dwelling place,

 my spirit expanding in the lovely quiet.

In my small room,

full of wolves and books and soft blankets,

I live in peace and gratitude,

as my grandmother did before me.

She showed me how.

For Sumana's prompt at What's Going On - Sanctuary