Contentment

I had overeaten. So I reached inside myself And pulled up whatever could be pulled up From strength that I could muster up I labored long and hard And eventually brought forth Snow capped mountains And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun And the tallest pines with cones intact And stars draped with clouds, silver lined And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises. Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept Not due to any emptiness or lack But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose That remained anchored to my innermost parts. I was spent but at peace