My inner world became the sheets I pulled over my head.
I needed a safe place to hide from the monsters under my bed.
Wisdom became the flash light to expose them in the dark.
Those monsters were just clusters of dust under my bed.
So I took my pen and started sweeping it out of my mind.
Now everything is cleansed.
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Destined Perspectives (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2023 10:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Fantastic. Writing is so cathartic.
Thank you Thomas! I am glad you enjoyed it! 😊
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