Finding Peace
Aug 5, 2022
A little poem about inner peace.
Holding a grudge is not my style.
The young bird should fly free,
With no fear of falling down,
With no fear of leaving the nest.
I keep walking, despite the hate.
Trying to find some akin spirit.
You need to learn to flow with the wind.
Holding a grudge is not my style.
But I don’t want to bend down.
Strong, still kind. Fighter and lover.
Just as many others all over the world.
We are not alone….
