A Secluded Slice of Sanctity

Your own secluded slice of sanctity.

For amongst the hoards

Or within your own,

Upon your own time may you find

The strength to retract and relax. 


Words not spoken fly through your head,

Yet permit them not, the time they may take. 

For there is honestly so much more to found

Than what you already know. 


Life will arrive with ferocity attrocious

To the mind anchored elsewhere. 

Yet only the strength of a love undaunted

Shall reveal a tenacity to life, unhaunted. 

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