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Where Is My Refuge?

How foolish I used to trust and believe — never again.

By Amelia DavisPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I once thought my home was pure.

A specific location appeared as

A sheltered safe haven, yet

For so long, I trusted this

Home. With you by my side

Comfort overpowered

All the uncertainties,

All the skepticism.

We would conquer

Any unexplored territory,

Together.

.

Now all these memories haunt me.

A scornful past, stained

With errors,

With disbelief.

Faulty actions tarnishing

The depths of my soul,

Patronizing my hope

For serenity,

For safety.

.

Feeling optimism evaporating,

The sense of purpose drifting afar.

Vanishing in this fog

Of trepidation,

Of grief.

Left only to see the faces

Of my worried family,

Losing my place,

Losing my sanity.

.

But damn it, I promise

That cannot be the end.

I do believe an abundance

Of beauty is encompassed

Within our world,

Within our lives.

.

Ambition will rise again.

Do not give in to those

Former manifesting terrors.

Clearing such haze allows

The earth to naturally

Astonish and inspire,

Morphing into a guide

towards tranquillity.

Captivating scenery,

Enchanting scenarios,

Seen and absorbed

Honestly and sincerely.

.

Then I knew I was home.

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About the Creator

Amelia Davis

"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."

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