I'm terrified.

I have found a peace inside of myself,

of which I have not had before.

My emotions are normally turbulent,

and filled with turmoil,

but I have found my peace -

my serenity.

Maybe there is a limit to how much

trauma one can handle?

Because I feel like I've had my fair share.

Yet here I am,

not crumbling,

not sitting in despair.

But that's scary.

Is it just going to hit,

and I will just crash and burn again,

throw another fit?

Is my brain tricking me,

or have I grown?

Aceepted this fate,

as my own?

For now,

I will take my serenity,

keep it whole,

savour every last bite.

My present,

is a present,

cliche, I know.

But this peace,

this serenity,

I will learn to grow.

Rushing water

A blowing breeze

A warm sun

No reason to freeze

Flowers of all colors

Blues

Reds

and Greens

How did I end up

Somewhere so serene?

I think I know what I require.

Is it a need or mere desire?

Serenity is not complete

’cause afterward, I feel empty.

It gives a transitory flash

and then is gone. It doesn’t last.

Perhaps this is what we hope for,

doors left ajar, desiring more. ...