Finding Peace And Stillness Within. Poem by DM W

O there are many pathways to the grave:
Via drugs or through other wild pursuits,
Or violent means. There are some whose minds are wrecked,
By imbibing obscure ideologies.
There are others who cling to rusted idols:
That are empty of feeling and meaning.

Yet there are those who've learned to tap into
An inner fortitude; a deep stillness
At the heart of silence. They're far removed
From the incessant roaring of the world.
Sometimes, I am one of them, when my pen
Pursues the silence of the morning light.