'yearning For Peace'
Warm thoughts
ripple
they take you to that place
Where you use to smile
Where u could paint the night sky
Where the paintbrush
Glide without hesitation
You don't think
You just feel
What it felt like to let go
Where the ticking of a clock
Meant life - not to worry about death
Life has moved so far away from that
We are caught up in fear
Caught up in heartache
Pain and judgment
Life has become a continuous battle
A constant what if
It was never intended this way
We had to live freely
We didn't have to fear our brothers
Or fear the abuse of our sisters
The throw of a dice
Or maybe a wrong path
Has brought us here
Where the ill-informed and malicious
Take away our peace
Where a gunshot feels like the norm
Where will this end?
When will our homes become our freedom again?
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2014
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