“With my blues, I’m not alone,
In silence, I know I belong,
Always a stranger to the rush
I kindly quiet with a hush.
Peace blooms in the quietude
I’ve been growing since my youth,
Watering it so it grows from my heart,
Hoping its essence will ease my mind.
I rest my faith in my art,
Thankful to call this world I’ve created as mine,
Knowing there’s still so much I can do,
Learning to accept all that I can’t undo.
In my quietude, I cheer
To breathe and to live,
To write and to read,
To grow and to be.”