Chelsea StufLeben Poet Rhyme

The Pursuit of Peace

I'm hurting, I'm wounded –
looking for an escape.
This life’s become unbearable –
there's nowhere I feel safe.

If only there was something –
(that) could take away my pain.
I searched for any remedy –
(that might) make me want to stay.

I drink on any antidote –
I'd stitch me up myself.
I'd literally do anything –
to find something that helps.

But I don't have the tools –
nor do I have some type of potion.
The ways, they come and go –
I'm overwhelmed with my emotions.


So, if I were to find something –
that might make me feel sane;
something to bring me peace –
and calm the noise inside my brain.

I'd probably believe it first –
that it were just a dream.
I don't think that I would believe –
that it were what it seemed.

I'd likely think it were a hoax –
just lies coded with glitter.
Not all that glitters is real gold –
so what makes this thing differ?

Don't get me wrong, I'd try it –
I’d risk it all for new found hope.
If there were just the slightest help –
I do anything to cope.

I’ve found an all new low –
is it just me, or am I dying?
I'm running out of options –
so tell me: what else is worth trying?

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Alison A Smith July 24, 2026 at 6:08 PM No matter how deep the hole you find yourself in there is only one thing that will raise you to the surface and that is within you. No potion or outside tools, you are the solution, stand and walk tall and deny that which echoes in your head. You have the strength once you realise it's been there all the time.