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A Safe Place

I wander the night Afraid to stand still Home is not safe The air holds a chill My eyes flit around Darting like mice Watching wearily My hands feel like ice I shiver and chitter From more than just cold My feet shuffle slowly Fear barely controlled I finally reach it A place that’s secure Cold, dark and uncomfortable But I will endure

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/25/2011 3:09:00 PM
Home must really be a bummer, Jenni. Your poem has content - like it. Congrats on the selection. daver
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Date: 10/21/2011 6:07:00 PM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Jenni
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Date: 10/14/2011 8:02:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Jenni. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/9/2011 10:45:00 PM
Congrats Jenny on featured poem this week on PS... wonderful words to share luv..
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Date: 9/21/2011 6:17:00 PM
Excellent writing with perfect imagery and flow, Jenni. Congratulations on your awesome win in Deb's Children Contest! Love, Annalise
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Date: 9/21/2011 9:35:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in this contest Jenni. Love, Carol
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Jenni Munn
Date: 9/21/2011 10:02:00 AM
Thank you Carol!!!
Date: 9/20/2011 11:51:00 PM
Well done. Very sad. Congratulations on your win. Lee
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Jenni Munn
Date: 9/21/2011 6:52:00 AM
Thank you :-)
Date: 9/20/2011 9:44:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you this morning jenni. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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Date: 9/18/2011 9:01:00 AM
Sounds like jail. You need some cheer. Your poem does evoke cold desperation.
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