My Special Place by Barb Montanye Kleeman
Staring into the flames, I can block out almost everything from my mind.
Only the sound of my breathing and the beating of my heart remains.
There is a kind of temporary peace which comes
over me and I am content in just being.
No pains, or thoughts invade my privacy.
I find solace in watching the flame's growing
brighter and a quiet calm in the shadows cast upon the walls and ceiling.
I am no longer alone in my room, but at one with eternity.
Time stands still and for awhile, the earthly bonds which hold me down are gone.
All the world is silent and content. I have found a place within myself. I have found my safe port in the storm.
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