Dabbling in the arts of healing, I sit near the water.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, begging my thoughts to still.
Serenity beckons me forth, with fingers curled,
Tempting me with peace and ease of mind.
Racing thoughts threaten to break through, beating at the walls.
Angerly trying to disturb my newfound state of mind.
Cautiously, I allow myself to release,
The torments that have been buried beneath.
I exhale the breath I had been holding and
Open my eyes to the world around me, quiet and still.
Now, finally, I feel at peace with myself.
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Paige Guffey
Just an odd mom obsessed with all things strange, weird, creepy, and true crime. I'm here to share my passion and present to you my research into all things related.
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