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 a while, 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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