Peace be Still

Distressed, rejected, stranded, dejected and unaccepted was what one could define of me. Poor, confused and a life full of chaos was all they could see and indeed it was all I could feel, because lifeless, sleepless, restless, helpless and hopeless was my situation.
The nights were fierce, even my pillow knew my fresh tears;
I wished my life could start afresh.
I was shattered without navigation;
it was stormy in all ramifications.
I had blurred vision and no insight of any revelation, so my life was full of struggles that I had to hustle.
But during one of those bustle, I stumbled upon a pebble with a paper underneath having the inscription “PEACE BE STILL.”
Since my life was in pieces,
I desperately needed a dose of this prescription and indeed peace was the solution.

Peace Be Still!

This poem is about: 
Me

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