Peace, something I have been longing for.
A moment to think for myself without the constant fear of my loud thoughts.
A time of tranquility to settle my racing heart and scattered brain.
Sometimes peace can feel so far away, so out of reach.
In some moments I fear I might never feel it again.
But the moments are fleeting with each passing day.
My mind becomes clearer and I feel as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulder.
My peace is my own, my life is my own, and my thoughts belong to me, myself, and I.
I belong to no one, no one belongs to me.
I walk this life with my head held high, though there may be bumps.
Those bumps may break me down and kill my spirit, but I will win.
My victory is my own, I will win my life back from the things that have taken it.
My peace, though long awaited, is welcomed with open arms.
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Pillow Poetry
PoetryA mesh of my mind and my heart trying to talk at the same time. I hope you enjoy my jumbled thoughts and trauma dump.
