Misguided Serenity Poem by manda dutson

Misguided Serenity



Life's stillness is muffled
By the static of stress
Clinging to moldy corners
Congealing my utter existence
Ripping seams of myself
Only recently mended
Not knowing where to
Begin where I left off
Is it possible that I
Have lost serenity
Or is it simply misplaced
Under my misguided map
Buried neath trampled feet
Searching for recovery

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