Posted By Veronica Romm on July 28, 2008

My Peace

The elusive quest quiet at times, riotous
others, seems ceaseless.
I search for it, I think about it trying to
understand its true meaning.
I shudder when I think I might not get there,
reach it, know it or like it.
It is a word used often, usually in the same breath
as, war, politics and death.
I write and it gets closer, we are intimate, I feel
clear and it familiar.
It taunts but seems to relent as I embrace it,
recognizing it with admiration.
It is fleeting, and so the trance subsides,
leaving warmth and hope.
One step closer to attaining my peace,
allowing it to attain me.
a reunion.
For once at birth,
we were acquainted, now like old friends,
we share a moment and it’s gone.

For Now

Today I sit with thoughts of pain, and I embrace them for now.
Today I smile as I see the rain, it echoes through me for now.
Today I cry somber tears as I remember all I’ve lost for now.
Today I know that I will make it through, for now.

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