To be stable without growing stale
Is a difficult thing for those of us
Whose lives have been marked by chaos
And one day find themselves free

To be content with just “ok”
To be excited by little emotions
To be peaceful after the storm
Are all things I struggle to achieve

There is no honor in creating disaster
Because it is all you’ve known
Sometimes growth requires quiet contentment
And the knowledge that the world will still turn

Even if you do not push it