A Stolen Refuge

A poem where I tried to make sense of my feelings

We search
for a refuge
somewhere
or someone
that lets us
enjoy life,
forget our trouble,
find relaxation
A stress-free
worry-free
environment
A sheild,
A sanctuary
But where do you run?
where do you hide?
who do you look to?
Or confide in
When you run
from yourself.
To save yourself
from the entrapment
of your past?
Of your thoughts?