When everything in life has changed,

When my world is rearranged,

When all I know is sore awry, 

I have to find somewhere to fly.

I always seek a happy place,

Where my pulse will no longer race,

Yes, I find a point of calm,

Where my spIrits fInd some balm,

And this is where I go.
A spot engendering rest and peace, 

A sense of poise and sweet release, 

I memorise each line and curve,

Which I believe my spirits serve,

So I can return when things go wrong,

And I need strength and help along,

It may seem smalł, to me it’s huge,

Because my soul requires refuge,

So my secret now you know.

© Caro Ness 2017

Mal ward © Photo by +Mai​

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