Twas often that she slipped away
Into a quiet place
Where stillness filled the darkness
And pain showed not its face.
There in her secret, quiet world
No lies were ever told,
No one she loved would ever leave,
Or ever grow too old.
It was a place where stillness reigned,
Where teardrops never fell,
For no one else intruded there
Where sorrow dared not dwell,
Born in the realm of sadness,
Cast on the shores of grief,
She knew no respite from the storms,
Had no hope of relief
Until she stumbled, in despair,
Upon her silent realm.
There grief was held, at last, at bay
And peace stood at the helm.
She never found a way to live
Within her peace too long,
But she could linger long enough
To help her get along.
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