Quietly silencing stress of life with pockets of
decisiveness and rational ideals.
Anger gently wallowing, being pushed beneath the
day's struggles.
Taking restful increments as they come, putting
aside unleveling tactics trying to harm solace
I have begun to feel inside.
Clinging to soothing mind-blinks as I climb into
bed for the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem