When I was done snipping, the scraggly holly bush beside my house was transformed into a ball gown, smooth and sleek. I carefully trimmed an entrance, then swept away the clippings and laid a fluffy green blanket inside. This was my sanctuary. Prickly protection from everyone and everything on the outside. Hidden by the glossy leaves, I read Pippi Longstocking and The Never Ending Story. Hidden beneath the spines, I scribbled infant poetry. Beneath the bell-shaped beauty, I discovered happiness was a second home where sunlight spotted instead of stung. A place I could be forgotten about and start to do my own forgetting. A sanctuary where I learned to lean on the tasks that shelter my spirit from sadness.
Crossed holly branchlets
Evergreen refuge and truth
The shelter of youth
© 2022 | K.Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub: Haibun Monday: Give Me Shelter