• Sara Moinian

The Sparrow

By: Nicole Wasylak

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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