I once thought
That your arms were my home.
That when I returned
All would be good.
I once thought
That your heart was my home.
That when I sheltered
All would be fine.
I once thought
That your soul was my home.
That when I sought refuge
All would be safe.
Now I know
That your arms, heart, and soul
Are not an asylum,
But the storm I've been escaping
When I needed a home.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
