My refuge

Silence is paramount in the library of memories

it is my refuge when time troubles me relentlessly

I tiptoe around cautiously lest I wake some antagonistic ones

I browse through childhood for some pleasant, agreeable ones

to see me through these anxious, harrowing times

I need the calming effect of those sun-spangled snapshots

they offer me clemency from tear stained nights

I borrow some giggles and a couple of warming hugs

and I know I have warded off despondency for a while

with these calming memories

I am buying time off till happiness visits again.

43 thoughts on “My refuge

  1. You have poetically expressed a state of mind we all feel from time to time, taking solace in the good, comforting memories of the past to help us get through the present and prepare for the future. Well done.

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