post #10

This was written quite a few weeks ago; found it in my binder this morning. I wrote it on a day where one of my teachers gave us a free period (which doesn't happen often, but when it does, it makes me so happy I'm downright poetic.) So yeah, have some words.

Give me words to change
Change a heart
Change my heart.

Rest is a discipline,  and something to be learned and taught.
My mind is at peace,
but a jumbled mess it is.

With my cleansing breath, give me rest.
Help me feel at home, wherever I may be.
Help me see the beauty in a heart,
even if it's broken.
Help me see beyond my own broken heart.

Give me rest.