An ode to feeling fulfilled
not a simple task
a sense of belonging,
finding our place
in the fold.
We can rely on people,
there are those,
they care,
want to be there,
a moment inside our world.
I woke up one morning,
felt a pang of discontent,
rolled over
tried with all my heart
to sleep it away forever.
How do we find our peace,
knowing a sip of coffee
outside on the deck,
a favorite sitting spot
in the wood.
How often are we
happy
to have someone else
tell us it will be ok,
when we know inside …
Oh to feel the whole
of our lives in a pose,
rather than a gasp of torment,
we might settle in
allow our lives to breathe.
Though the world might be guarded
bootstrap theories are for the birds.
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