Find Peace

the words just flowed 

out of me

around me so real I could actually see

the words that came from inside me 

not good, not great, not even okay 

but still a part of me

that demands to be seen




onto pages for others to understand and read

to actually feel, not like through a screen

but in your heart, to be memorized 

not camofladged or denied 

not to be increased or declined 

but to just be,

for others in their hearts to find peace 


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world





this is my 95th poem, sorry it's  sorry it's so small  hope you enjoy

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