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Serenity Wash over me In the midst of an internal conflict and a deafeningly loud silence echoing within these walls of sticks of bones covered in flesh--my internal hollow I watch the sun rise from between the pulpits of a mosque, and I breathe A breath of fresh air And I inhale, the toxic tobacco and nicotine I seem to adore for the time being, and the rhythm of my thoughts thump through my ears like a sedated heart begging to beat In this catastrophe of an existence This prison of a body imprisoning a soul For a second so brief, I no longer hover over myself But within and beneath The birds chirping brings me peace and I breathe A breath of fresh air Despite the times that have plagued me with sorrow, I do not wither in this moment I watch the sun rise, once again, and the birds chirp as they travel outside their dens And a cold breeze It brings me peace... and so I breathe Serenity wash over me, in this holy morning I gather myself at dawn in hope that by dusk I shall not ******* I shall not falter; I shall not grieve A breath of fresh air And a melody of delight And my shadow And me I breathe
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
The Sun Will Rise, And We Will Try Again
Serenity Wash over me In the midst of an internal conflict and a deafeningly loud silence echoing within these walls of sticks of bones covered in flesh--my internal hollow I watch the sun rise from between the pulpits of a mosque, and I breathe A breath of fresh air And I inhale, the toxic tobacco and nicotine I seem to adore for the time being, and the rhythm of my thoughts thump through my ears like a sedated heart begging to beat In this catastrophe of an existence This prison of a body imprisoning a soul For a second so brief, I no longer hover over myself But within and beneath The birds chirping brings me peace and I breathe A breath of fresh air Despite the times that have plagued me with sorrow, I do not wither in this moment I watch the sun rise, once again, and the birds chirp as they travel outside their dens And a cold breeze It brings me peace... and so I breathe Serenity wash over me, in this holy morning I gather myself at dawn in hope that by dusk I shall not ******* I shall not falter; I shall not grieve A breath of fresh air And a melody of delight And my shadow And me I breathe
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
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