Almost Touching Peace

Things happen. When things happen, i write. I can't really give a description for this one.

It’s twelve o’clock in the morning

And I can’t sleep

Images and noises and flashes of images

Occupy my mind

And the past

Haunts me-

It follows me everywhere I go

 

I lie awake

In my tank top and sweat pants-

Half-past two-

Thinking

Of the things I should have said

I wander endlessly through the perfect world

I’ve thought of in my head

 

By three am

My brainchild has been created

So

I run out into the icy cold

With six pieces of paper

And a brown marker I found

And I write

 

I write about

A broken girl

With broken dreams

Scarred skin covers a lonely soul

Her personality made up of

Medication and opinions that are not

Her own

All of her

Hopes and desires

I discover

Are just my own

 

And as the bitter cold

Besieges me

In its welcoming arms

It numbs me

To my very core

And I feel peace-

Something I have only used

As a word

Until now

 

And I realize

That peace

Is an emotion

A sensation only felt

When

Desire and reality

Meet for the first time

But

It can be crushed

By something that reminds you

That serenity

Isn’t something reached so easily