Safe by Steven Searcy

I lock the door,

engulfed in fear—

none can come near—

not anymore.

No need to weep.

No cause for bliss.

Secure in this

locked safe, I sleep.

Jesus, invade

my fortress. Break

my safe’s lock. Make

me unafraid

of anything

but being far

from you—my star,

my rock, my king.

Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he works as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has been published in Ekstasis, Reformed Journal, Fathom Magazine, Heart of Flesh, Green Ink Poetry, and Amethyst Review, among others. You can find him on Twitter @ithinkiamsteven