Interior Reconstruction

If your jumbled mind is all-a-clutter

retrieve your heart’s shards from the dark gutter

Speak over the chaos with no hint of a stutter

 so the wings of your soul can begin to flutter

Then wait for the wisp of a gentle breeze

Let it lift your spirit from its knees

to twirl in dance as it sets free

a mended heart; a mind at ease

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Stream Of Consciousness

The river of peace

could flow again

but war makes

a harsh dry bed

a stopping point

where air is still

There is no win

just dead ends

The river of peace

shall only flow

when we learn

that love is the current

which carries it along