by Lena Samson
I am alone and
I am at peace.
No snoring to torment my nights
No dirty socks on the floor assaulting my eyes
No insults, no put-downs
No cagey responses, leaving me confused
I am at peace.
No one pawing at me
Invading my personal spaces
No one complaining that I’m not interested
I am at peace.
No more gaslighting
Frozen stares and evasive answers
No dried toothpaste spit on the mirror
I am at peace.
I have my home, decorated in colours
that soothe my soul
Beloved children and grandchildren
By whom I am certainly blessed
I am at peace.
No longer yearning for elusive love
No longer needing that crutch
Finding my voice and my power
I am at peace.
Tranquil river walks, scented evening candles
Forest strolls to fill my spirit
No hustle, no bustle
I am at peace.
I have freed my heart, my soul
I write, I read, I feed my brain
I have everything I need
Finally, I am at peace.
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Lena Samson is a writer and editor living outside of Ottawa, Canada. She writes to deal with past traumas and to connect with others through shared heartfelt expression. Lena is an active board member of Ottawa Independent Writers and Editor in Chief of their annual anthology. Her stories have appeared in the 2023 anthology, Connections, and the 2024 anthology, This Land.
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