Inspired by the hope
Left on a tattered park bench
The will and strength to cope
With what life will throw at you

On a sad and dreary day
I walked until my feet were sore
We all just need a say
and I just felt so silent.

Until I stumbled to that seat
beneath the tall oak tree
to rest my tired feet.
Where I looked down and read
Carved into the old wood
"Hang in there stranger, friend"
Right then I knew I should.

We are never truly alone.

Sitting at my writing desk
Pen in hand, it gleams.
What will I start writing next?
Could be anything, it seems.

A tiger belongs in the jungle
a bear belongs in the woods

I belong with my books
and a basket of baked goods

A cat belongs by my side
A dog belongs there as well

I walk along the beaches
And see a pink sea shell

Taking it home, I listen
it makes the sounds of the ocean
even though it is here in this room
it was taken from its home, true
but its home is inside it too.

Truly we can all learn a lesson from even a tiny sea shell?

My computer was going under repairs.
That is why I was not here, and away.
But, soon I will have a lot to say!

Walking through my house I saw many things around me
velvet curtains swaying as fresh air entered into the equation
I took a deep breath and enjoyed my solitude
Truly life is good when you can listen to the quiet
as if it were a sweet song
Truly I knew peace
in the realization that with or without my things
I could always enjoy that quiet stillness of solitude
and the sweet scent of the fresh air bursting through my window,
Caressing me as if it was part of the silence and comforting my very being.