I swallow my pride,
the pendulum swings,
the clock strikes, relentlessly...
the test, the struggles,
do I not bleed dark?
I am not the rock, the trees,
the flowers you see...
I am inharmoniously human
but still I think, let me be HOLY,
because today I know the price of love.
I will be the peace,
the peace I need,
amongst the leaves of chaos,
I will be the breeze
unmindful of the rhythmic dance
of anything but
LOVE.
-L.D.