sanctum (second draft)

"sanctum"

I keep my little slice of meaning

hidden away deep 

inside 

somewhere,

away from prying eyes.  

Some kind of truth that 

will be linked 

only to me for always.

   A meaning untainted 

   by the stains of a dirty world,

Something that can only be kept inside

and belong uniquely to me;

it's 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 solely

from all 

my own 

years of life,

Existing 

as a formless shape within my soul 

deep inside myself

swaying and flowing

through my blood and 

interconnected cells,

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 soon 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 behind 

a husk of a person 

to walk the earth;

Woefully, with the more things I lose, 

the greater the distance 

between me and everyone else grows,

   leaving me to

   meander along

whatever is left of my time

here on earth

without my truth and my soul.

-Armando Torres