I am overcome by this stillness
By the calmness that I endure,
I can’t explain this feeling I posses
And there seems to be no cure.
My familiar everyday routines
Although offer me a sense of content,
I invite new experiences by all means
To remedy this quiet that’s present.
Peace is something I am all too aware of
I long for something more,
I don’t anticipate the witness of true love
And this is something that I’ve prepared for.
You’d probably envy my tranquility
Free from stress and emotion,
Yes, this is somehow my reality
But the true dept of it you have no notion.
Serenity can often be a lonely place
A place so painfully cleaver,
To which I feel I’m losing this race
Of a life in which I endeavor.
This piece written after speaking to a friend about her enduring one bad relationship after another, and the possibility of never finding true love.