Poem VIII

There is a quiet river,

that flows deep inside

It never disturbs,

the peace kept in my mind.

It nourishes my soul,

like a spring flower

It whispers kind words,

at every hour.

It's playful,

and makes me smile

It takes my mind out of my worries,

And enjoys my laugh.

This little voice in my head is so calm,

that sometimes

I question in the mirror,

who is looking back.