A Little Peace
My serenity
is piecemeal
a quilted maze
of feelings wrought Compelled from need
patched: delicate, friable
a design of tenuous threads
my longing, my desire to be...
My serenity
fulfills a hope
I cling to, with voracity
which surprises even me... This poise, perceived,
not completely viable
grasps as the newly born
for purchase in this heart -
My serenity
eludes me still
I wander, enduring yet,
a puzzle designed in timidity Drifting confidence
sinks slowly within
a murky, listless sea
immersed: cold, tremulous...
My serenity
begs warmth of you,
your radiance - so becoming
as you gleam, a solid creature. Needing succor
I may cling, despite
warnings, stormy & fierce
to relieve you of this burden: me.
My serenity
cognizant of only pain
vacates, wilting, at first sign
of trepidation, fleeing faster
than its own hestitant growth... Wretched, now,
I covet that which
seems to reside in others:
Peace: the quest, unfulfilled.
k.e.c., 1/1/96