Peace
Poem by Dana Young
That elusive, tangible feeling
comes when I reach for my pen
Pouring my heart out on blank pages.
Covering them in barely legible scribbled words
that only I can comprehend.
Peace is the breath I release when my
words take shape into the semblance
of a poem or a cathartic journal entry.
Peace is my surprised smile when I read
my thoughts aloud,
surprised at what I created.
Peace is the sound of the journal closing
from the satisfaction of a therapeutic
moment completed.
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