**Sanctuary of Home**
A recluse, cradled in the sanctuary of my home,
Where sorrow is my daily bread,
Essential for life—a necessary food—
Building a backbone, my strength reborn,
To face the fight once more.
Writing…
At night, I sit beside orchid blooms,
In the backyard’s quiet gloom,
Brushing against winter’s blow,
Whispering truths,
As memories cascade, overflow.
I think…
Our hearts are made to bleed,
Bearing wounds and scars,
Being kind, even when it echoes unreturned.
Unsure of the thoughts I feed my mind—
Perhaps unknown musings,
Or truths I know but choose to shun.
Mysteries I dare not utter.
Something feels new, yet through my thoughts,
Absently, I tread,
Quietly eating my bread,
Bearing the cost of truths I’ve known.
But I’m not afraid of it all—
I’m waiting to witness more. 💙
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