A Home of Salvation

by Meena Krish   Jun 30, 2020

Wielding a pen
to the tunes of
the heart and mind,
words I weave
to clear the storm
which render me blind;

Colors of passion
dance an endless plight
whilst a world is born
for freedom
to take flight;

A home of salvation
where doors are open
day and night,
a place to unravel
the darkness which
grabs me tight,

Its and ocean of thoughts
buried in the chest,
unfolding gracefully
upon blue lines
with zest


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  • 6 months ago

    by hiraeth

    Lovely poem, congrats on the win!

  • 6 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Lovely writing, Meena. A poet's poem!

  • 6 months ago

    by William Mae

    The pen can give us so much when we allow it to do its job, and that is to pen. The pen is a voice for our deepest feelings, it frames our thoughts for others to view. It becomes the door of freedom for what was imprisoned inside us. It helps us hide our secrets among flowery words while feeling release for making them known. The pen becomes our trusted guard over those secrets. This is beautiful Meena,

  • 6 months ago

    by yogi73

    I really enjoyed this and read it several times. it's a clever poem about the imagination, emotions and worlds that are created with writing. Least that is my interpretation

  • 6 months ago

    by BOB GALLO

    Very tender very nicely constructed. There is an optical illusion in it because when you are the source and the house of salvation( for your family most definitely, for your friends and partially even fo the poetry in this site) you could hardly observe it yourself unless searched for the blue lines in the mirrors.

    By the way reads very smoothly , what form was it, you did not mention that??

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