Pieces of Peace

Pain frequents the doorstep more than peace Glancing around  asking no one in particular, “Am I the only one?” Silence. Aloneness.  Another unanswered question.  When did uncertainty become the norm?  I walk.  Barefoot. Exposed.  No destination No goal But to feel something new  A change from pain Maybe the air is thinner there And theContinue reading “Pieces of Peace”