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Nov 2016
I close my eyes again and go to a place I feel safe. The tall, green trees. The place of purple and yellow flowers. The place of soft grass and a gentle breeze. I’m in a white sundress, sitting on a log under the sun, or maybe I’m lying in a field. I’m lying there with the person I love. We just look at the sky and the beautiful place we are in. I feel like I could write a book about that place. A place I’ve never been to but long to visit. Every time I imagine it, music starts to play, my eyes close, and I’m at peace. For those few minutes of silence, I am truly at peace. All of my worries, pains, and troubles are gone. That place I visit in my mind keeps me holding on for a little bit longer. I want to visit that place someday. I want to see the beauty. Nature is beauty and I want to be beautiful. My place keeps me safe, and it’s all my own. When I get there, I can say to myself, “You made it. You did it. You’re here, you’re safe, you’re alive.” And boy, will I cry when I get there. It’s my Heaven on Earth. I will make it. I will do it. I will get there. I will be safe.
I will be alive.
Karah Wilson
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Karah Wilson  Alabama
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