Poetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you.
Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
Close your eyes, shut tight Feel the knife slide, ice cold sliver Feel peace, not just death
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Stepping on to the Sand squeezing through my bare toes The sea sings of peace
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At the end of life When all breaths have been taken Only peace remains
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Peace can mean many things to many people. A quiet room. A noisy room. Death. You can feel calm in the most unlikely of places, and not at all the same ones your friends or family would think of.
Each of us is entirely different to our siblings or neighbours or friends. Physically, emotionally and morally, we are individuals. That's a GOOD thing. We should not blindly follow others. We should embrace our quirks. We should believe in our imperfections, as they are what make us us.
So believe in you. And, whatever bring you peace, I hope you find it.
