I’m trapped in this place,

Unfamiliar with its particular landscapes.
Don’t know my way out.
A little voice inside said, Don’t worry about it, just:

Be still.
Feel the breeze on your tear-stained cheeks.
You’ll find your all-important peace of mind
if you
be still.

I’m sick of that voice.
The same one that lead me here, stuck with no choice.
And how is sitting around gonna help me figure things out?
It keeps on talking:

Be still.

Just feel the breeze on your tear-stained cheeks.
You’ll find your all-important peace of mind
if you be still.

And Breathe. 

That’s funny:
The breeze is coming from that clearing in the trees,
The one I didn’t see.
Is the sunlight there for me?
I was always free…

Be still.
Just feel the breeze
It’s there, on your tear-stained cheeks.
And you’ll find your all-important peace of mind
if you
be still.

Be still.

Just be.

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Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photo: Michelle Myers/Pixoto