Poetry

To be

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still and be one with all that is around you is hard for us

But if we could be as still as a bird on a flower

would we ever deeply miss certain things in life?

Or would we see what we are missing and find a way to make it a part of our lives

These are the questions that run through my mind as I am still as I wait for my dog to stop sniffing everything I can move again.

But still a part of me wishes to be still and just enjoy the things that make my life great and peaceful and at the same time forget about what others have to say.

And just live my life the way it should be, for at the end of the day I will always have to live with myself but everyone else only gets to see a few pieces of me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes