Just Clusters of Dust

Destined Perspectives

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.
  • Author: Destined Perspectives (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2023 10:18
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Thomas W Case

    Fantastic. Writing is so cathartic.



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