I visited a familiar place today, where
I often found solemnity beyond the noise
for my soul...

Sitting here upon this river bank,
gazing into the dark water as it
splashes against the rocks..
The cool, crisp, enchanting air
brushes against my face,
I tilt my face towards the sun
basking in the warmth of its rays,
recalling days gone by..

to a place and time where a little girl
who would often visit the river bank
and sit for hours to escape the fears
of a troubled and confused life..
Here in the stillness of her world
she found a true sense of peace, a calm,
a surreal river that flows endlessly
amids rushing winds, drawing forth the
silence of nature..

She being a product of a broken home,
Growing up in World War three, is more like it.
Hurts that are placed indelibly on the mind,
cannot be erased easily without the realization
of total surrender to God
She wonders to herself,
"Will there ever be peace for her,
and will there ever be a smile
on the other side?"

Time is to heal all wounds, so they say!
it is another day,
but why is the reflection still the same in the mirror?
 
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