Would you have me cry in anguish
Over strains and
pains and deeds, or
Should I seek some
magical elixir
To fulfil my
needs?
I have traveled
many a mile
With gritted teeth
and painted smile
To find myself in
need of balm
To rest my weary
bones a while.
Sorry, stress,
sorry, strain.
Time to place you
on the shelf.
I’ve reserved this
tranquil time
To ruminate all by
myself.
Worries have been
put on hold here.
Can’t be troubled
by their weight.
Sunset eyes
disguise all sorrow,
Softly comforted
by faith.
Gentle music
cradles every burden,
Warmed by empathy,
To breathe a wash
of sweet repose
In dulcet strains
of harmony.
Stillness teeter
near the edge of
Endless
possibilities, while
With the darkness
comes the light
To heal the blight inside of me.
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