Mine is a tranquil spirit,
Long in slumber,
Slow to rise,
Glacial in its ire.

My keel is deep, it penetrates far below,
many leagues beneath the turbulence of so many warring hearts.

Mine is a peaceful soul,
Want to soothe the ills it finds,
Mend the woe,
Anneal the brokenhearted.

Here in the depths I sleep, lulled by a gentle throb,
no sound but what I hold within,
Calm and gentle,
Placid.

I lament the many hurts I find,
the pain a rash heart must endure,
the tumult of unchecked emotions
too often spent upon another.

Here in the depths I am untouched,
Here I exist beyond reach,
beyond reproach,
and yet I ache.

My heart holds a special woe,
a secret gloom so few can see,
the coin I paid was precious
for my tranquility.

03/29/2007

Posted on 03/29/2007
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