Quiet Womb Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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.

God has planted these seeds.
And however it is done...
The harvest comes.

Although a few of those thoughts of mine,
Are not ready to select.
Too personal I must abort them.
Too personal to be accepted.
Too personal by others who have been taught,
The sharing of some painful thoughts...
Is a desperate seeking of attention sought.

Well...
My inspiration is not a creation,
Tied to desperation.
Even though I will admit,
Humility and I are associates.
But close friends?
I have already discovered being humble,
Gave some the idea I could also be humiliated.
Needless to say...
There are still concepts I wont accept.

Thoughts of mine I am 'directed' to let go,
I am attached as if an overbearing parent.
With the hopes they are welcomed,
By those who acknowledged them to be...
Inspiring and insightful,
From someone with the same desires and needs.
Seeking to share,
Without all that drama but emphatically...
To assist understanding and to comprehend,
We are all more connected,
Than 'perceptions' separately taught...
Teaches us to believe.

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.
To know...
This process is not an exception.
Although the 'awakening',
One does to do alone.