Is it a piece of me?
Shreds
Still only a piece
Is peace something that can be split into parts
Is it full worth
All or nothing?
My inner hippie, or the Buddha god
Is it inner contentedness
Or simply relief
Is peace a piece or part of me
Anxiety churning within,
Is this anti-peace?
Peace is something undefinable by acts
It is something to be treasured
Peace is the feeling in my stomach when I'm happy
It's the ease I feel when living life
It's the grounding sensation,
The one that stopped a nation,
To be at peace with yourself
Requires you to pick up your pieces
To start fresh, start anew
Despite the world around you
Laying there, strewn with uneasiness
Finding peace is as simple as declaring your pieces true
In the moment after I find peace
I will be able to say I grew
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