Safe Haven
By: Jade Roman
A door, a lock, a home for my thoughts
The smell of tea tree, lavender, organic life
Floors that have watched me weep like the scarce trees in the city
Cold tiles press against my skin
Calming and cooling me down after an overwhelming moment
Where I’ve freed my mind, bared my soul
Took deep breaths before walking into a party
Hid during hide and seek
My favorite hiding place from my fears, emotions and triggers
My second home, within my home
and my heart
Yes, the bathroom was my safe haven
Where I would be alone
The only place I felt I belonged when the world was so cold
On that freezing floor, I felt a sense of warmth
A comfort in the familiar
A feeling anew
A bathroom is my safe haven
What has saved you?
A version of this originally appeared in “Healing” The Teller December 2019 Issue #9
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