On Solace

Artwork in my study that never fails to give me comfort

The steam rising from my cup of coffee,

shrouding my vision,

As I bask in my pocket of nature,

A tiny universe of a lush backyard.

The early morn cloaked in haze and dew,

The promise of a new day crystallizing in a vibrant hue

A benevolent silence when voices assault,

When noise is quelled.

A floating cocoon across fields of green.

Solace, the unopened gift at times,

Shoved aside,

Distracted by the world’s deceptive allure,

Serenity and solitude trampled upon,

In a misconstrued rush to survive

Aloneness is not loneliness.

Calm is a healing balm,

Caressing the heart to a steady beat,

Where peace abounds…

Flowing into the bloodstream,

Seeping out of pores,

When peace radiates.

Solace is the absence of pain.

A keeper of tranquility,

The victor in a battle with the ominous.

Solace is the guardian of my soul.

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