Having touched rock bottom
Rock bottom of my heart.
My heart..... quiet, deep down darkness.
I think I just found it.
A quiet place. No restlessness.
No showing others what you have done
But to do things just because
They need to be done.
To finish a task.
Not even for yourself.
But for the sake of doing things.
When there's no reward.
No applause.
No timeframes. No finish line.
No peace more than the peace of quietness
And stillness.
And still not hating life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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No peace more than the peace of quietness And stillness. And still not hating life. /// excellently written; good to read