Our world is plagued by endless chaos,
We strive to live and ride the waves,
Through strife, and conflict, sometimes loss,
We breathe, resigned to what each day gave.
Retreating into our inner sanctum
We try to grasp at fragments of hope,
Outside, our need might fill a vacuum
For those in many sorrows grope.
The peace we search for, quite elusive
Yet it's within our heart and soul,
For life is about what we can give
And in giving we find what makes us whole.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~11,25.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Two more rhyming lines and it would be a sonnet. Thanks.