Yearned it has been and earned,
This peace I keep released inside.
And to feed upon thoughts,
To me fed privately...
Within my protective quiet womb.
Undisturbed are those thoughts,
Coming to surround me to be easily found.
And prepare they choose,
To find the right time to be delivered.
As I await with baited breath and patience.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life