Safe Haven

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There is no safe house,
No shelter from storms.

I used to think
I could hide in the attic
And all would be fine…

But I was wrong.

The arc light and roar
Blind and deafen.

Droplets splatter
Like dark cherries
Leaving a mess.

It’s scary…
Impossible to shut out.

It'd be easier
To stay in the basement—

Cloistered with my fears…

But I’ve grown accustomed

To the view from up here.