A Quiet Place
When I begin to feel that all hope has been lost
and I'm treading water on a sea, storm tossed,
that's when I seek solitude in a quiet sanctuary.
The decision to be left alone is never arbitrary.
Sitting in the shade of a tree brings me peace
and stress quickly dissolves with coveted release.
In a place of silence, where no words are spoken,
I'm restored in the part of me that was broken.
My mind drifts in a garden of sweet, scented roses,
and I'm content in a world where no one imposes.
There are no tragic news reports, no mention of war,
and I'm slowly floating along near a tranquil shore.
In this quiet haven, faith and hope begin to rebuild.
It's hard to leave this placid refuge where I'm filled
with only positive thoughts, knowing I can take flight
to unruffled shores when I need to set things right.
July 20, 2022
A Quiet Place Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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