NaPoWriMo Day 5
Used to try to imagine
what a “safe place”
might look like.
Never thought
it might be hidden
behind my own face.
Spent years building
this redoubt
in my mind.
A poem, or single image,
words to a song
each a brick
carefully formed, then
plastered in place,
one at a time.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/5/2020
Notes: The image is a pen and ink doodle, inverted so the lines of ink are white. Although I was baptized Elizabeth, it was intended that I be called Betty. Had a spiritual experience at age 27 and decided to own my real name. It changed my life in ways I could not have imagined.
Soul's Music 
May I admit, I had to google the word redoubt, as I wasn’t familiar with it! I loved the story you’ve told about your own personal redoubt. It’s something I’ve never considered. Well done!
Marianne, I was involved in an accident at age four and had to have emergency surgery on my skull. Although the Doctor called me his ‘Little Miracle Girl’, my family had lots of doubts about my “recovery”, and never failed to let me know that. It wasn’t until College, that I realized that my head was fine and I could trust my own thoughts. And by the way, the word jumped into my head as soon as I saw the image. And after writing it out, I too, went to the Dictionary to make sure I had the right word, lol…
Elizabeth
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Yes, it takes a while for those of us who go through trauma to understand our real safety lies within. I love the idea of poems, images and songs being the bricks we use to build our fortifications. I had to look up the word too. LOL.
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Well written piece, Elizabeth. I, too, had to look up “redoubt”. Love the pen and ink, too.
Love,
Pamela
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