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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.
Written by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
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