Shelter. What I've found
Tangled in the offset timing of truth
Its blunt inconvenience plain in view.
Peace, when at last found,
Nothing like emptiness -
But pure and whole in silence.

Floating within all this chaos
I plant myself on an island sanctuary -
Moments of solace permeate my skin,
My scars pale and fade in tingling sensations.
Faith gropes now for validation; once spoiled sour
Stifled under the incredulous reprimand of skepticism
And now untethered on an islet of refuge.
Trust runs free.

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