POEM
Stress dwells in my stomach.
I feel the tranquility of my surroundings.
A feeling of relaxation washes over me.
The sound of nothing but birds along with ships,
With swishes of the tide washing over rocks,
My mind is soothed.
My troubles are flowing away with the water.
I ponder my unnecessary stress as it slowly melts,
Into the basin of reality.
Now my unexplained duress has seemingly morphed,
Like the paint on a canvas.
This life is born anew.
This life is mine.
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