Poetry: Sammi’s Weekender #220 (oasis)

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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.

6 thoughts on “Poetry: Sammi’s Weekender #220 (oasis)

  1. 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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