P0290. Peace of mind


for all the lucky ones / fellow sufferers

“Peace of mind” or “S … ..”

Believe in things that give you peace of mind
It is only outward appearance
Inside bubbles bubbling and bubbling Love
Deeply hidden under a blanket of pain
If you know what the truth is
Why not follow what is wrong with it
You go on, to the end, at half strength
And maybe you have waited too long
Your peace of mind is only an outward appearance
Because deep down it hurts so much
We have an ineradicable talent
To pretend that you are completely happy
Do you want to grow or do you want to run
Do you laugh or keep sighing

Just some thoughts of mine
Do they make you sad or make you happy
Or maybe even angry …
Then this poem was ‘a bull’s eye’