I thought it was a place to adorn
So many objects
A beauty to behold
Tragedy proved it is just a place
Memories created there
Whispered through the corners of my mind
This place
These walls
So much stuff
Rendered meaningless
The space
The place
The time
Did not matter
Yet,
If I closed my eyes
Pulled in the deepest breath
Let it out and swirl all around me
Again
Again
Again
There it is
Deep within
The greatest feelings of beauty
Peace
Comfort
Gratitude
Connection
Love
It isn’t a place at all
Or things
It is me
I am finally
Home
About the Creator
Sherry Ryan
I have ink in my veins. It is a curse and a joy. Reality makes it challenging to devote myself to the pen. I have finally succumbed to my daemon blood and hereby commit myself to making it the reality of my life. Perhaps I will find peace.
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