My happy placeA Poem by William EvictusThis is honestly something I've never told anyone about before ... So lets post it on the internet will That's a great idea will!I know my
happy place. It is not a
meadow of flowers and sunlight, not a room of photos and memories, or even a
little world of my own surrounded by my loved ones. It is only
me, sitting back on an old, withered oak tree looking out unto the forever
ocean presenting the endless sunset I watch. Here, I can
think and try to understand myself better. Here, I take my pain and sorrows and
toss them over the edge and watch them fall into Davey Jones’s locker. Sometimes,
I’ll lean over the edge and just look down, expecting something to happen. Waiting…
for something to happen. I visit
this place often. In times of need, despair, doubt, or when I want the world to
leave me alone. For what once started as a quick escape from reality, has now
become my sanctuary. My only piece of peace in my life, where I can truly be… … Alone © 2014 William Evictus |
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