Self-Image
SELF-IMAGE
Oh Lord, why do I feel this way?
My body is fatigued and just wants to lay
On soft pillows under a ceiling fan
Where peace is tranquil and divine.
No pain or stressors are involved.
Just me free of troubles and another’s problems.
Where the world is outside and I am indoors,
To achieve the level of contentment I search for,
This is what I call pure existence.
A bliss of equanimity that refines person.
Is there such quintessence?
Therefore, I must set the perfect example.
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Penned March 28, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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