Sanctuary of Sorts By, Donna M. Monnig There is a place that I go, That no one else could ever know – Not even if they wish it so. It is a place they cannot find, For it’s not in front nor behind – It only exists in my mind. It’s my sanctuary of sorts, In a storm it is my port – My own personal resort. I make up stories of my own, With characters young and grown – With my stories, I’m never alone. Imaginations are very grand, Your own world by your own hand – Brings a peace few understand. ©2013 Donna M. Monnig Thought I’d post this in celebration of Rhyme N Review’s Third Anniversary! Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, and follows my blog!