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Peace



I’ve found peace in pain!

I’ve found peace in strain!

I’ve found peace in not catching the last train!

For it’s all fleeting!

It is never long lasting!

It comes strong like the whirlwinds in the harsh season!

But it passes eventually like every season !

It’s always here for a reason !

But it goes away when the time is right!

Like a thief fleeing away into the night! 


I’ve found peace in joyless-ness!

I’ve found peace in loneliness!

I’ve found peace in craziness!

The chaos in life with the confusion it always brings !

Like hail storms it will rain down and break a few things! 

But that too shall be swept away ! 

It’s only there for a spell! 

Eventually only time will tell!

How long it will stay! 

But eventually it shall go away! 


Peace comes at the break of dawn!

It eventually comes and clears the things that fell down!

And then everything that happened won’t be in vain!

With pain comes gain!

With disappointment comes discernment!

Agony comes with a testimony!

Rest in your disarray! 

It is not here to stay! 

And one day it will all pay !




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