my intangible sanctum

"my intangible sanctum"

I keep my little slice of meaning

hidden away deep 

inside 

somewhere,

away from prying eyes.  

Some kind of truth that belongs 

only to me for always.

   A meaning untainted 

   by the stains of a dirty world,

Something that can only be kept inside; 

and belong only to me,

my own truth, 

my center, my sanity,

Never to be felt or known or touched

by anyone else.  

Some kind of inspiration 

that has birthed all that I am, 

created only 

from all my own 

years of life,

Existing 

as a formless shape within my soul 

deep inside myself, 

Even if the world were to try 

   to splay me open 

   and search for it 

   amongst

   my spilled out innards, 

it would never come to fruition, 

never becoming something 

for them to own 

for it would disappear 

just as quickly and fragile 

as mist on the wind;

Hazing out as the air touched it.

Becoming another tragic thing lost 

to the greedy prying fingers 

of the world;

A sincerity that was mine 

and mine alone 

would be gone

leaving a husk of a person 

to walk the earth;

And with the more things I lose

the distance between me 

and everyone else 

would grow 

leaving me to

meander along

what is left of my time

without my truth and my soul.

-Armando Torres