Peace is Present

Infernal trek!
Wasted, mindless days
these chains of self-reproach

Will I never reach
yearned for peace?

Carry this burden
into the wind,
feet shuffling
eyes skyward

Stalwart trees
observe my passage,
birds offer accompaniment,
sun’s warmth charms

Nature intervenes –
peace is present.

(My image)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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