Pursuit of Peace
A poem that gradually brightens
Medicated, I feel dull.
A heart in pieces which may never be full.
A warmth gone from soul, replaced with cold.
That would change with someone to hold.
Perhaps when I’m old.
A piece of my mind sold.
Together we argue, contradicting goals and wants.
We are a dichotomy, two energies tearing apart.
The one in the middle, me.
I am troubled, silently unstable.
I want to bear meaning, create a fate of importance.
Whether I wither or grow,
I must expand what others know
A cell, a wave, a feather
A part of something greater
A piece of a higher power.
Ascend higher, like climbing a tower.
I can rebuild,
perhaps with the right group or guild.
I must harden my shell, my shield.
Reinstate resilience and diminish degradation.
An individual within a nation.
Hopefully one day a catalyst of constructive change.
I can help build a future brighter.
I can use my powers to refine and shine,
a light known as my own.
No need for a phone.
Progress, as long as we’re not alone.
Regardless of origin, ethnicity, religion, or skin tone.
I have the ability to connect, to form peace.
Create as much as you can, and eventually others will follow.
I desire unity, connection, love, and an undying peace for others to know.
