Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.
You didn’t clip my wings
You let me soar
But you contaminated the airspace
Do not judge the bereaved mother
She comes in many forms
She is breathing, but dying
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she is,
But she is not all at once
She is here but part of her is somewhere else for eternity