
Find Peace
the words just flowed
out of me
around me so real I could actually see
the words that came from inside me
not good, not great, not even okay
but still a part of me
that demands to be seen
felt,
heard,
breathed,
onto pages for others to understand and read
to actually feel, not like through a screen
but in your heart, to be memorized
not camofladged or denied
not to be increased or declined
but to just be,
for others in their hearts to find peace
This poem is about:
My country
Our world