My Peace Poem by victoria martinez

My Peace



I write these words because otherwise I’m never heard
The way her mistakes stab me
The way she thinks it’s okay
The way I feel a sudden rush of dizziness
The way I make everything okay in my head
My head cluttered, my bed cluttered
My thoughts blurry
My heart is nasty it loves everyone
I’m everywhere I’m nowhere … I’m here
Everything is clear
I hold everything dear
My love my life myself
Making my peace with death
Making my peace with sex
Making my peace
I took my piece
She took every piece
And all I want is some peace
Misery eating my fame
My fame that I framed
My name is victory
My victory is my ways
Everyway that I make is just another struggle
Another path I must follow
Another problem I must fix
And here I am just sitting with my piece in peace

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Hepner 24 January 2006

So long as it stays still in your hand and your hand only moves with your pen.

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