A heavy cloud of thoughts – transgress the inner voice.
Echoes of the future – felt without a choice.
Feelings fending for themselves, phrases said in haste.
All the shame – all anger…laid to toxic waste.
Do not surmount the mountain made of stranger’s hopes.
It all seems impossible, to climb on twisted ropes.
Instead…delve down to daisies, in detritus & debris.
Rummage for the peace. It’s there for all to see.
Deeper down the valley, where the air is pure…
Peace is never wasted…it does endure.
Assumptions & opinions, narrations & regret.
Mean nothing in this valley, no futures set.
As a native or a nomad, this valley is for you.
Shout for merry echoes and admire the view.
All this is for taking by an artist yet unknown…
Happy echoes in this valley, upon a peaceful throne.
© The Secret Poetess, May 2017