Where Is My Refuge?
How foolish I used to trust and believe — never again.
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.
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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