I appear to be at peace, but it isn’t true.
I judge myself with sharp cold words.
They cut my flesh to the bone.

If I sow seeds in my heart, they do not grow.
My friend’s seeds grow deep roots.
He shares their fruit to fill my void

I talked to him this morning.
He gave me hope and I lost my fear.
I am calm today and I get true rest.

No longer alone, I grow joyful.
I am quiet, but because they care I am happy.
I know I will laugh with them today.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.