I've come to appreciate peace
It is not foreign to me, no,
Just as I have so foolishly convinced myself
It may not come often, but when it does,
There is a deep sense of reflection in your soul.
You aren't sad, nor happy, but...
Calm.
It may feel like you're empty, like a void,
But that is mostly incorrect.
It is the quiet after the storm,
The immediate break of dawn
And something about it is so...
Enrapturing.
It is what drove me to write this poem after all.
Peace is like a strange paralysis,
But you can move, if you wish.
You'd just rather not.
There's just a strong sense of-
Not yet, wait a little more.
And I think we all need a bit of that, sometimes.
p.t
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
A Sense Of Healing
Thơ CaI let myself bleed onto these pages in the quiet hope that someone might open it up, skim along the words, and see my name hidden in the bloodied letters. So open up, brave soul- witness the scars and cracks in the pages of my conscience, vi...
