Being poor,
but feeling rich.
Creating peace,
inside my thoughts.
Knowing I’m loved,
without being told.
And loving in silence,
with no need to tell.
‘Cause love should be felt,
quietly held,
should never be dwelled,
by just use of words.
I’m looking at loss,
like it’s a gain.
Feeling the warmth,
through all the pain.
Changing the sadness,
into acceptance.
A sad acceptance,
making bittersweet happiness.