the missing piece (peace)

in the midst of hectic, chaotic –
ah, life –
swinging up and down
from ground to sky and in between
quiet around it’s
as if I’m finally alone

I don’t mourn what is lost;
it returns
when it does, when it wills;
it’s in pieces,
but
peace is
lovely to have once again

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❄︎ chloe ❄︎

write before you forget

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