Childhood refuge

In solid, patient waiting
my childhood refuge rests,
its mirrored door reflecting
the dusty detritus, of
all that has no purpose,
cast out of house and home,
surrendered into storage;
they wait to be reborn.
I see myself within that glass,
as child, in terror sent,
to hide within your musty heart,
until the world was safe.
Carved hiding place of glass
and wood, this cave of
smooth, dark flanks, you
took me in unquestioning;
drew darkness on my pain.
How I have grown and you
have shrunk, your bosom
narrowed now, and yet
I know you will remain
a place to heal and soothe.

In solid, patient waiting
my childhood refuge rests,
its mirrored door reflecting
the dusty detritus, of
all that had no purpose,
cast out of house and home,
surrendered into sanctuary;
she waits to be reborn.