I sat frustrated…but at peace.
Lonely…but at peace.
Overwhelmed…but at peace.
Burdened…but at peace.
I spoke of it out loud to a friend,
I asked her just to listen.
I am wanting a certain death,
I said, now don’t go reporting me,
I am at peace.
But a certain death of the weighed down look of things–
A certain death for a certain peace
And even as I voiced my heavy laden heart,
The peace stayed and it was me.