The Shelter: A Short Poem
- Blue Dino
- Aug 2, 2021
- 1 min read
I wrote this poem more than six years ago. I have no recollection of what prompted me to write something this deep (mind me as I flatter myself). Though I must say, I was just about to turn 19. So it could be have been because of something as mundane as an exam gone wrong, or as impressionable as a toxic relationship or heartbreak.
But I'm glad I don't remember the reason. It allows me to read this poem at different points in my life and gather a completely different meaning from it. At 25, this poem reads as personal as it could ever feel.
No, I won't project my feelings onto you. Take it as it is. The Shelter.
The Shelter
Bearing my screams,
My kicks and kills,
It harnesses the worst from attacking,
While rusting from inside.
It dances with my devils,
Pliant and obeying.
Staying strong,
By the roof – over my head,
And by the walls – covering the unseen,
And by the pillars – holding me atop.
My shelter shields,
Even while dying.
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