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Refuge

Where to run and hide
Escape pain inside
Head spinning breath shallow
Terror in my marrow

Emptiness hole in gut
Always falling in this rut
Where’s the exit door
Freedom my heart longs for

Motivation not for now
Wondering if ever how
Will a bullet quiet the pain
Is that sentence a worse rain

Longing clear quiet inside
Knowing there’s no place to hide
Stifle chatter deal with pain
Make a plan start again

Refuge in your compassion
Beyond self-loathing your passion
Deep in quiet empty stillness
Wisdom solace and forgiveness

What is the source of pain that disturbs a sense of peace?

What are the gifts of demons buried in suffering? 

– Stewart Levine ©

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