Sanctuary

Searching for sanctuary
in all the wrong places.

You remember the faces
of those who promised so much.

But delivered so little.
Left you broken and brittle.

An empty vessel to be filled up.
Like sacred wine in a cup.

Drunk down.
Like the bad boys in town.

Took you for a chancer.
As you could not find the answer.

To the questions in your head.
So for refuge you fled.

Down to the Church yard.
Amongst the big stones.

In the dark heard the groans.
Of the great door on its hinges.

Felt the twinges of pain.
Foresaken again.

Watched the ice melt
on the frozen path.

Felt the wrath of the Holy ones.
Sisters and sons.

No comfort there.
No place to hide.

They had lied as you cried.
Just searching for a guide.

Who could take your cold hand.
And walk by your side.