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Placid

I know myself.
I know who I am �
I�ve discovered �
Inner peace �
And dwell in it.
Yet it is like �
Living in winter �
When all I desire �
Is summer.
I know who I am �
But not what I want. �
And I thought in �
All my discovering �
I would find belonging �
But the more �
I knew what �
Composed me �
The more I wondered �
Where I should be �
And what I should do �
So finally I became still. �
And stillness is not �
Dreadful thing. �
In the placidity �
I�ve observed growth �
And witnessed deduction
Simply and quietly �
And steadily �
And I am content,
But contentment is �
Something I always �
Told myself I�d never �
Settle with.
I reckon I have become �
Tired a long the way �
Trying to find substance �
That gave complete and �
Utter joy.
So I stay still.
Trying to believe �
This is just a �
Moment to watch �
Life unfold before me. �
Like a deep breath �
In between �
A heightened heartbeat.
To believe life �
Has more to offer �
Than mediocrity. �
There must be.