They say that your home
Is your sanctuary
Your only shelter
from the arctic outside
I rely on those quarters
My heart remains in that bitterness
Why would I wish to extinguish the only numbness that keeps me safe and sound?
My memoirs of mutilation
Gone
Instead
A feeling of calm serenity
washes over me
The world is spinning
But my mind congested
It’s rapid racing
Time has finally come to it’s halt
Feeling
My sensations surrender
To the malice of the world
Until
I comprehended
I carry my home
With me
Everyday
No amount of resentment
Could ever change that
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Beautiful arrangement that flows like a mountain brook. Powerful undertones and thought-provoking lines. Good work. For some reason it reminds me of a famous Stephen Crane poem in which the narrator (when asked why he sits in a desert eating his own heart, replies: '...because it is bitter, and because it is my heart.'