Sanctum or Asylum?
Refuge comes
at great cost.
This oasis shades no reality.
Sanctuary offers
only twisted truth.
Each prison is of my making.
I must move on.
I’ll never be free
of my past.
Change
or paranoia will hand me
fearful death.
Look both ways for any port in a storm
but learn to dance in the rain.
Mind the gaps as you seek the road less traveled.
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“Each prison is of my making.” So true, and each Oasis is of our own making too, imho. Wise words, Bill😊
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Thank you, Sue.
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A lovely response to the prompt, Bill. I like the title sanctum or asylum, it’s a thinker. For asylum is a type of sanctum. Nice work! 🙂
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How true is this? Most times the chains of the past must be cut in order to move forward.
I always love your “Look both ways…”
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Such a thoughtful, thought-provoking response to the prompt. I hover over “I’ll never be free
of my past.” That’s a hard lesson to learn. I’ll never be free of my past, but I’m learning to let go.
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Thank you, Marie.
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