In the quiet calm I meditate
emotion held in momentary pause,
a temporary channel to escape;
yet lure of such is just ill-fated ruse
All the fantasies I’ve entertained
are locked inside a box without a key
I’ve nothing left to lose, but what’s to gain,
here beyond, where everything’s a dream.
The melody that weaves throughout our days
collides with cacophony from within;
I miss the song that blew in from the sea
the one that knows secrets that I hold
mindful where I’ve come from, who I am
yet always whispers “You are safe with me.”
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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