Miseries in the Hunt for Harmony
A poem of what drowning in your self-inflicted guilt feels like — and how to break through

The barking about is never silent The excruciating pain never subsides The conflict within shifts to defiance
“Keep it in,” they say “it’s an unbalance” But stillness is a road that invariably divides While forever sharing is a form of valence
What we experience as a fragrance of love and belonging enlivens you and guides Away from the dispute of doubt and ambivalence
We attach often When we seek guidance Yet we refuse to ride out the treacherous tides When it comes to self-surveillance
What we pursue is clouded by violence Not from the outside insides drowsed with pesticides that manifest from expectation and reliance
The key is a dilemma: benevolence Not a charity nor someone that confides But self-forgiveness a place the soul reside
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