Inside the calm of the beast
I look for comfort, slanging smiles, swallowing frowns.
My palms sweating. Heart beating. Tears sweltering.
Thoughts lingering, desperate for salvation.
This pain, inflicted deep into nearly healed wounds has resolved.
Peace. Serenity. Flows.
My pen spewing out words as my hand followed closely
behind. These words, this feeling, such a naturally soothing
rush, escaping my blood flow sending
an engulfing sensation through my mind.
Peace. Serenity. Flows.
I am free, these emotions I was once trapped in
lay at my feet so lifeless so meek. My words so graceful
and polished, eased out quite deftly with no flashback to
the unchangeable, the past, a way to think.
Peace. Serenity. Flows
I love these words easing out effortlessly.
I regain my exuberance, my chuckle. I
Adore this mood. I no longer scowl for these
Emotions are now unable to budge. Still.
Motionless. Never to hassle me again.
Peace. Serenity. Flows.