Sanctuary   Leave a comment

Beautiful Elm tree

Up here, as I part the branches of the elm tree,

the ancient nordic symbol of female power

wraps its sibilant welcome around my trembling rage.

My seven year old self has only just begun

to understand about injustice.


Up here I am apart from everything down there:

Squinty eyed siblings, scheming to take your freedom;

walled off Parents, sunk in their prisons of despair;

teeming schools of careless classmates

taunting you with their trite barbs, easy cruelties.


Up here I am a part of the endless skies.

The wind is in my hair, and in my nose, and in my ears.

The leaves whisper timelessly of growth and living.

My eyes find solace in the company of ants

endlessly searching for new sustenance.


Up here, my part is clinging tight to the rough bark.

The rounded limbs, the gently bending branches

hold my sleight weight with ease.

Suspended in this pocket of temporary sanctuary;

there is peace, there is calm, there is strength.


Reclaiming myself, I descend again into the storm.


@ Ellen Lattz, March 2018

Ellen M Story , Ellen M. Lattz at emariaenterprises, llc. May 2016.

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