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Tranquility

Updated: Jun 2, 2024

In the realm of calm, where tranquility reigns

Peace whispers softly, soothing all pains

A gentle breeze caresses, with tender embrace

As nature weaves serenity, in this tranquil space


The world slows its pace, as time takes a rest

Embracing stillness, in this moment, we’re blessed

Troubles and worries, they gently subside

In the sanctuary of peace, where serenity resides


The symphony of silence, a melody serene

As tranquility dances, in hues evergreen

The chaos of life finds solace and ease

In this haven of peace, where worries appease


Within the depths of stillness, clarity is found

A gentle presence, with peace unbound

Thoughts become whispers, as the mind becomes still

In this tranquil oasis, where all is tranquil


Nature’s canvas unfurls, a masterpiece untold

Majestic mountains, rivers that gently unfold

The rustling leaves, a lullaby to the soul

Nature’s symphony, bringing peace untold


In the embrace of peace, hearts find release

A sanctuary of calm, where worries decrease

A moment of respite, where souls find their home

In tranquilities embrace, where peace freely roams


Let us seek this refuge, in this chaos of life

Embracing the serenity, amidst the daily strife

For within peace’s embrace, we find our true selves

A tranquil sanctuary, where the spirit delves


So let peace be our guide, in this journey we tread

Where tranquility reigns, and worries are shed

In this realm of calm, may we forever reside

In the embrace of peace, where hearts coincide


There are moments when I feel completely at peace. They don’t occur as frequently as I would prefer, but until recently, I had never experienced an entire day of tranquility. This is my goal; to share my life, let my voice and stories finally be heard, and make it a part of my healing journey. For too long, despite my life being a forced open book to everyone, I’ve been forbidden from discussing anything of true substance. Sharing my feelings was off-limits, and if I dared to do so, I’d face the usual accusations of lying, manipulation, and being told that something is wrong with me. Every day, I was gaslit and told that I was delusional, making up stories.

Hopefully, this can also assist others on their own paths.






 
 
 

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