Hemlocked Heart

Like the stream I am serene
There are no jagged edges
To part the water into wind
There are no pricking needles
To drown in scowls and bitter threads

Like the stream I am serene
I too, I am smooth and calm
Like the shallows that pass by me
And softly trickle in the misty rain
Reflected my outstretched hands

Like the stream I am serene
I do not have this fire in my soul
Screaming each second ‘overrule’
All that I am, a shatter and scrape
Begs to be smoothed each breath I take

No, Like the stream I am serene
I do not waver in the face of chaos
That rages unsheathed from my heart
That fills my eyes with rivers of their own
Chaos will not win today,
Not when I’m serene like the stream.