i chase serenity with both hands tied behind my back,
and find my clumsy paws aren’t the only parts of me
requiring restraint; the words come all too easily--
but if peace is ever to conquer chaos, my lips must learn
the beauty of stillness; my tongue will have to accept
her power-- realizing it is best displayed by the fruits of love
and not by the vastness of destruction.
forgiveness has to begin inside of me-- working her way
out into the world from a place where self-love is a reality;
this is the only hope i cling to;
the only stone i’ve left unturned.
♥
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serenity, peace, its a universal goal for basically all humanity, but humanity at an individual level... so i think this poem takes on different qualities, spiritual or psyhical or w.e...
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feeling it. think i know it. first line kicked ass.
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this is beautiful, one of your best!
=D
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wow, thank you! I literally JUST wrote this, and it kind of poured out of me. It's pretty raw & unedited, so I appreciate the feedback on it, and I'm happy it's understandable. ♥ thanks again!
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you're welcome. i like it this way, raw is good. it came right from your heart[corny line, but hey it is TRUE]. great writing!
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