The Inner Shrine
I choose to freely write, you see
though readers have audacity
to tag their labels onto me
I smile and simply let them be
what lies between each single line
though but a shade of something fine
a merest sip of finest wine
is rhyming sign to inner shrine
these words: a place of sacred light
that's safe from words that mar and blight
no evil enters to affright
each poem stands, a heroed knight
and peace pervades, for all is well
a paradise to counter hell
the stories of my life, I tell
no single soul this joy can quell
so read and stay with me awhile
forget the ones whose words are vile
embrace this time, and choose to smile
For words we share make life worthwhile
Eileen Manassian
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