My Space

In the innermost recesses of my heart,
And in my deepest, hounding thought;
I reflect on my life in momentary depart,
And sort all of my life's accumulated lot.

In my space there is much time to take,
A look at peace in the very eye of calm;
I am able to take a long desired break,
Soothing my wounds with a cool balm.

No more do I have to steal, fear or run,
Moments from the time that is to come;
Or willingly accept or hesitatingly shun,
My dreams in conflict or remain mum.

This is the space for me to seek, explore,
It is wherever I choose to ponder and sit;
I need not define preferred comfort core,
Nor tangle the grid or create further knit.

My space brims with light, ever so warm,
It is there for me to sleep in deep peace;
How oft I get there in the eye of the storm,
Defines how much I can iron or crease.

My space is one not hard to find in pain,
It is there at a clasp, when I need to rest;
It is one that is mine, to cleanse or stain,
Mine to soak in and strength of will test.

I inherited the ability to create and name,
This space that I so lovingly call my own;
It is where I can soak in the spoils of fame,
And reap the harvest of seeds I have sown.