Poetry For Everyday People
Inner Peace (Negotiation With My Mind)
We hid darkness
beneath paint
and drank our tears
to smiles,
hurt can't hurt
what hurt can't find,
as my baby sleeps
my brain dances
graceful as the Nile,
articulate beyond
my command,
defiant beyond
my spirit
and I curse it
for not getting
me out,
I want bad memories
gone, erased,
the experiences
were enough,
reliving them
ages me,
grays me,
wrinkles me,
what I am proposing
here old wise one
is
aromatherapy
love
music
meditation
hot tea
red wine
flowers
family
friends
butter sizzling
with onions and Cinnamon
but during negotiations
there's a walk out,
my brain
drops a memory attack
and I am left remembering,
I am fighting
for what I lost
and what I want to be,
searching for the rain
to send
Billie Holiday
a rose,
lighting candles
trying to be thankful
that I can feel my pain,
that a roof covers
my madness,
that I have a window,
inner peace
how about it?
Can we try,
it involves no pain
no judgment
just
breath
feel
smell
create,
we sit again
negotiating
our time,
my baby sleeps,
as I work
on the biggest deal
of my life.
beneath paint
and drank our tears
to smiles,
hurt can't hurt
what hurt can't find,
as my baby sleeps
my brain dances
graceful as the Nile,
articulate beyond
my command,
defiant beyond
my spirit
and I curse it
for not getting
me out,
I want bad memories
gone, erased,
the experiences
were enough,
reliving them
ages me,
grays me,
wrinkles me,
what I am proposing
here old wise one
is
aromatherapy
love
music
meditation
hot tea
red wine
flowers
family
friends
butter sizzling
with onions and Cinnamon
but during negotiations
there's a walk out,
my brain
drops a memory attack
and I am left remembering,
I am fighting
for what I lost
and what I want to be,
searching for the rain
to send
Billie Holiday
a rose,
lighting candles
trying to be thankful
that I can feel my pain,
that a roof covers
my madness,
that I have a window,
inner peace
how about it?
Can we try,
it involves no pain
no judgment
just
breath
feel
smell
create,
we sit again
negotiating
our time,
my baby sleeps,
as I work
on the biggest deal
of my life.
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Inner Peace (Negotiation With My Mind)
Inner Peace (Negotiation With My Mind)
