The Refuge
By Annmarie Fox©
Safety, security
I found them here
No looking over my shoulder
I need not fear.
Shelter I needed
Comfort I got
For someone like me
It means quite a lot.
And when it comes time
To say my goodbyes
I’ll be leaving the refuge
With tears in my eyes.
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