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calming voice
it was a storm
as has been the norm
for some time
though it
had calmed...
posing as a thought
to bring wisdom
leaving a wrath
of doubt
of confusion
and my own mind
was the messenger...
This storm of norms
slows down my pace
yet the energy that
gives me life seems to be
a waste
such that i can't find
peace in anything...
The wonder I was
visited by yesterday
came as no surprise...
in the eye and surrounded
by unbearable noise
one voice that could calm
the rest, would be heard...
These dark days come
as swift and care not
for the victims they
consume.
It is not of love
nor of hope
and seeming no
way to cope
on one's own accord
yet we do afford
a time to set
aside
and revealed
is a maiden
in some cases
a voice to save a life
and bring peace once
more..
It is not my desire
to fall into these
days of cold empty
fallen haze
and finding it is not
of me to escape them
I am again reminded,
as I had once been blinded,
it is decent for peace
to be provided by someone
other than me...
for this i am thankful
she is a gift to
be cherished...
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