A Sense of Calm

I feel a sense of calm within.

 

After many days of unraveling events, serenity has finally emerged.

Sometimes in the thick of it all, I wonder if I’ll ever simmer down.

A constant calling to the Universe for relief, my plea was finally heard.

 

The impulse has subsided.

 

I sit more comfortably now, contemplating but not waiting on end.

The early morning run, an afternoon massage and comfort food helped.

An email to a friend, comedy video and a friendly drink capped it all.

 

I am feeling much better today, thank you.

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