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Reconstruction
Anesce Dremen
Two roads do not diverge before me;
Rather, a maze with inviting secret doors
awaits my entry and selection.
I’ve never acclimated myself to the art of reading maps
But am not intimidated from writing my own doors into existence.
The terri ed, timid creature committed
herself to the surge of a mighty river
but no longer fears the burden of isolation.
When “home” only ever constitutes a ctional habitation, Solace is sought via escapism but actualized
in the sanctuary of the mind - once so damaged. The healing place rests within the arches
Of the hidden doors.
I write it into place.
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