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. 💙