My Sanctuary
by Cynthia Jones
My heart aches and I crumble
on bended knees, afraid
with little courage mending
plow my fields of sorrow
It is strange the relics
sought after, some destroy
their magic, their spell
our souls forever entwined
Battle a life-time
working to break the ice
a frozen ego manifested
of false teachings, of lies
Copyright 2006
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