Look Inside

Reasons wanted
to make sense of pain.
Spiraling dispair
seeks a cushion
for the fall.

No soft landing
without a quiet mind.
Look between the thoughts,
discover knowing spaces
where hope survives.

Reasons need judgement.
Perhaps there is just
moment to moment,
definition dependent on us.
Choose not to define.

Easy for you to say.
No.
It isn't.
But after my spiral, finding no cushion,
I looked to myself to stem the fall.

Searching, I found peace.
Not in others.
Not in the past or anticipation.
But in those spaces of my mind,
where I found it - waiting with hope.

The only healer.
The only reason.
The only answer for all the questions.
For self first, then to find for others...

Love.