Safe-haven

When the world turns its back on me
leaving me cold and alone,
there's only one thing for me to do,
one place left to go.
A last desperate attempt to stop from drowning
in the pain that threatens to consume me
with every gasping breath I take.

The beach is my constant, my safe haven.
It's the one thing I know will always be there
no matter what, it will never betray me, never abandon me.
Here I can lay for hours,
contemplating all the trouble in my life
without fear of the pain rising up just to drag me down.
Here, all the hurt and the pain,
all the tears and all the screams,
seem so small and insignificant.
I can see beauty in the world again,
giving me a new perspective on everything I've been through,
like looking through the eyes of a stranger.
Rather than focusing on the bad,
I can once again see all the good things in my life,
things I took for granted.

I could stay here forever in my own little safe haven.
But I know, eventually, I must return to reality.
But rather than be afraid of what I'm going back to,
I feel content, whole.
Because I know that no matter what life throws at me
my constant, my safe haven,
will always be there for me
never to betray me, never to abandon me,
but to show me light when all I see is darkness.
Like the clouds fading away to show the stars
scattered across the night sky.