Serenity
With a still small voice,
As if in Gethsemene,
I am given a choice
To allow for serenity.
It is there
I feel alone.
It's a place
So unlike home.
It is there
I take the high road.
It is there
I carry the heaviest load.
But serenity is my reward.
It's my brand new start.
This place I leave no longer alone.
This place of belonging, home.
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