My Harbor, My Refuge

refuge

Take me to where cares are less than memories
And those memories have soft edges
Warm to the touch
Tactile, humming with acceptance

Unobserved, uncritiqued, unashamed
To sit in companionable silence with myself
While I gently run my fingers over those times
Surrounded, immersed
In those sweet memories

My harbor, my refuge

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