The Search for Peace with Pen
I never know what’ll happen
when I let the page drink in the ink,
a few more moments caught in time
filled with what I feel and think,
troubled seas crashing violent islands
and me there on the brink
strings of words that somehow matter
and between us formed, a link.
Absurdity risked and humanity shared
out here off the ledge
all of me shared with all of you,
the smoothest slope to the hardest edge
and some of the weight that’s mine to carry
spilled to be heard and read
searching for caring souls
to help with these demons in my head.
There are roads to travel
that start right here
and hopes they bring some ease,
days that stretch from where the words begin
and prayers for some release
from the darkened thoughts that come at times
and the fears that never seem to leave,
so we meet right here
with the pen
on the page
in search of a bit of peace.
