If life were
an urn then
peace is the
emptiness things fill
the void and
I scoop and
pour and scrape
and scrub and
repeat removing any
chaos and distractions
causing me discomfort
Category: Love
Keys
It’s a poor
man who holds
the keys to
Heaven for they
are forged from
humility and a
rich man who
holds the keys
to Hell for
they are wrung
from the blood
of the poor
Timeline
I have learned
have evidence that
things happen in
a precise order
never too early
or too late
just when they
are supposed to
and this acceptance
while it can
be trying is
tried and true
just let go
and give in
to your timeline
Simple
Lone er
never ly
I go
love er
seldom ly
I am
happy er
best est
I be
Simple
Lone er
never ly
I go
love er
seldom ly
I am
happy er
best est
I be