My refuge

Silence is paramount in the library of memories

it is my refuge when time troubles me relentlessly

I tiptoe around cautiously lest I wake some antagonistic ones

I browse through childhood for some pleasant, agreeable ones

to see me through these anxious, harrowing times

I need the calming effect of those sun-spangled snapshots

they offer me clemency from tear stained nights

I borrow some giggles and a couple of warming hugs

and I know I have warded off despondency for a while

with these calming memories

I am buying time off till happiness visits again.