Sometimes, I find myself hating what disturbs me.
I show a thought the middle finger,
when it comes to turn over my stomach.
I try to push it, drown it, ignore it,
before it can make me feel,
what lies beneath the thought.
Yet I know, that I have a choice.
That I decide what disturbs me,
and what brings me closer to myself.
I find myself at peace
when I look at all of those pieces,
I am put together of
and just let them be
exactly what they are.