My voice became a tool and lost its silence
My body became a conduit of self-love and lost its abuse
My mind became still and lost its dominance
My heart became a home and lost its longing
My hands became a cradle to where all pain could be held
My lungs became an anchor to where I no longer felt adrift upon an endless ocean
That’s safe in the refuge of myself
found on InsightTimer Self-Refuge – Poetry Slice | Sez Kristiansen, Insight Timer
