Poetry For Everyday People
Finding My Peace
It's not
the four walls
and the roof,
but the heart
beating within,
the mind bleeding
without,
life is
an honest stew
and ingredients
are a powerful
potion,
what you
decide
to stir
can change
the world,
as voids are
slow words
in a short life.
the four walls
and the roof,
but the heart
beating within,
the mind bleeding
without,
life is
an honest stew
and ingredients
are a powerful
potion,
what you
decide
to stir
can change
the world,
as voids are
slow words
in a short life.
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Finding My Peace
Finding My Peace