Peace (poem)

My breath slowed, bounced between branches

A knitted hat by a grandmother who passed

two years before was what calmed me

A walk just across the street just to buy

canned soup because the car wouldn’t start

I ache inside though my coat keeps me toasty

December has not been kind to my bones

or my heart

And if I screamed

The wind would slap me

Reality is my shoes can’t carry me anymore

The holes have widened and socks feel damp

And my prayer is to just stand still

Until an angel scoops me up

and drops me in Heaven

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