Years from now I sit in my home.
I look out the window and I know it's my zone.
Snow filling up within my garden.
My life was a sentence and I was given a pardon.
Making tea near my stove.
Writing of the days of which I wove.
The TV blares on in the background.
I'm grateful for the safe haven that I found.
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