zen by madeline evans
Recently I’ve felt the boredom start to get to me,
Missing days where life was a frolic, filled with glee.
Madness and mayhem created happiness existence
Sometimes peace is choosing to say no
Sometimes peace is choosing to let go.
wars and its survivors
Hold more joy than westerners,
Showing glee at the tiniest of things,
For missed death, must accelerate things!
I am spoilt with my boredom’s consistencies
Sometimes peace is knowing you’re lucky,
Sometimes peace is sharing you’re happy,
Most days I reel from anger to boredom,
I scroll in my boredom and just face death,
Reel after reel,
limb after limb,
I can’t believe I brought a child into a world so grim.
Sometimes peace is not killing children,
Sometimes peace is your phone being frozen,
The word Peace comes from an agreement to stop,
Something this world simply cannot,
A pact, a reconciliation to restore,
Important things this world shouldn’t continue to ignore.
Peace is sometimes flat out ignored,
Peace is sometimes just another buzzword.
So, what do I do when I feel so out of zen?
Sit down and take these feelings to Pen.
Let out this fear that mongering has left in me,
Use my pen, as a way to console me.
For when I write the world slips away,
The anxiety of the known starts to slip away
I start to recognise the space that I’m in,
and that my peace can come from within
Peace is sometimes the familiar face,
Peace is sometimes opting out the race
Peace is sometimes giving up the pace
Peace is finding your safe place.
