Should troublesome times beset upon thee
Stealing halcyon days from diary
Then is when one must swallow all fury
And wait for a heartbeat to be jury
To the paradox that is the stillness
Of movements in the deep dance of darkness
Where turmoil churns loudly the emotions
And quietude of the deepest oceans.
With every breath there is silent pause
A musical note; a poem’s silent cause.
Stillness implies chaos and abides life
As floating in peace or beset in strife.
Tranquility is a war of the heart
and mind; only stillness may choose the part.
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