this place of sadness is not my home,

neither is the space that is anxiety.

i may visit them, yes, but my

true home is found in the place

of peace.

 

and if peace is a bit dusty today

i can walk right in, broom in hand,

the rightful owner of this house,

and get to work

 

dusting off worries and surface cares

plumping the cushions, making the tea,

and sitting down in front of fire friendly

to savor this place, this space, this peace,

my home.

 

peace can feel elusive, lost far off

in the distance, but is often just

a bit of intentionality and

sorting of self away.

 

Heather Pound 2023

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