sanctuary
Creative Works… 117
by Ramona Moore
Stillness used to make me weary. I used to loathe the time I was forced to be alone. Bathroom stalls and classroom walls were where most of my time was spent, Wishing for a friend, but always being left with the wind; her breeze running across my cheeks. It was always too cold for a tear to fall. Stillness has now become my sanctuary. In the moments when everything around me is silent, my mind runs with a chaos that brings more peace than anyone else has ever brought me.
