poemetry

2020-9-1

the emptiness of this world
is where it waits,
the silence that allows me
to get up and walk
away from the noise,
away from the mess,
away from the certainty
that i will always be
what i have always been.
to sit with nothing
but a cup of tea
and no demands
beyond enjoying
that cup of tea –
exactly what
i’ve wanted
all along.

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