A Series of Unfortunate Events

Sanctuary
a word which here means
a room by the sea
cobbles under my feet
laughter despite clouds
finding the best coffee in town
an abundance of time
savouring youth

The sea can’t change the depth
of my depression
but it can’t hurt

Sanctuary is a hundred miles
between myself and family
an age between wars
the distance between cobwebs
and painted skirting boards

It is a small safe place
in a troubling world
if only for a week

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