Poem by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2020
The place I can go to escape it all
Is really not a place at all.
It’s not designed for us to go hide
There’s no door that lets you go inside….
But yet I run there to escape the chase
To hide out from the rat race,
And laugh at what I’d tried to chase…
None if that would soothe my soul…
Success or money won’t make me whole.
My sanctuary is the wide open
Freedom from worries unspoken,
No need to answer my phone here,
Seagulls and waves are all I hear.
I didn’t need a dark space to hide,
I needed free space to clear my mind.