Shelter

I ran from the world

I ran from everyone 

I ran until I could no more

Until finally, exhausted

I collapsed headfirst into 

Me 

Shelter from the Rain

Bad news happened
No words to comfort
No songs of joy to sing
Only a storm that began
To fall its raindrop tears –
I pray for shelter from all pain
But if I am caught unsheltered in the rain
Please, dear Lord, shelter me under your wing

Safe Havens

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A True Saint.”

I used to volunteer at a centre for mothers and their children, and the women were the most amazing, strong, resilient women. Upon arrival they would have nothing, and slowly they would rebuild their lives so they could have their own home, support themselves and their dependants, and be free from the constant fear of abuse. But the first step was the decision to leave. And where to go if no family was nearby that could be counted on for support?

So as my wish list, I would be the patron saint of women and children shelters that are accessible everywhere. Because domestic violence doesn’t discriminate. I am guessing many women continue in situations of violence and abuse because they have nowhere else to go. I would call these shelters ‘Safe Havens’.

Crying Rain

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Lights offer the faintest
Flickering of hope while
Solitary umbrella offers
Shelter from the constant
Trickle of rain and tears

Storm

storm

I wanted to love you
And hold you, and
Cherish you
But the blue was
Lost behind the clouds
Lightning replaced the sun
Now all I want
Is shelter from the storm

Domestic Violence

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/think-global-act-local/

I volunteer at a shelter
For mothers and children
That have fled their homes
The strength of will, their
Strength shines through
To these women, rebuilding
Their lives, I salute you