In the crucible of life's disappointments,
I've been shattered time and again,
My past, a relentless specter haunting my present.

All I've known is the rush of fear,
As I yearn for a sanctuary to call my own,
A safe haven amidst the chaos.

Do I appeal to the gods for answers,
Or embark on a quest to find solace?
A sanctuary where my spirit can roam freely,
Or an oasis of tranquility to soothe my troubled soul.

Despite my vow to be gentle with myself,
I find myself swallowing bitter pills of memory,
Unable to leap for joy when confronted with the past.

I've been led to believe that my past shapes my future,
Yet the universe seems intent on draining me dry,
Leaving only the ember of happiness within.

In search of a refuge to conceal my scars,
I find it staring back at me from within,
My inner self, a sanctuary waiting to be embraced.