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Solace is comfort or consolation in a time of distress.
I searched many years to find someone or thing that slows down the beats, that escape my chest.
Unaware I was always under your care. close to where your heart rests.
Lately I’ve really needed your wings to shelter me from my own mess.
I’ve been plowing through life with this expectancy.
That because I suffer, something is owed to me.
But when I slow down, and stop planning things. You show up and show out miraculously.
I don’t feel like I owe anything because you love and give without any interest or fee.
But still I write plans, and assume this time they will work out differently.
You laugh.
And I grow angry.
You quickly pull the pedestal from which I have taken seat.
Thinking woe is me.
With some lame victim speech.
I’m not a victim.
I’m a warrior.
And you made me.
But You keep watching me set fires and walk through flames blaming.
Claiming to have been burned by you, but its me, I’m the gasoline and match. The smoke fire and ash.
After I tried to rewrite my life’s blueprint, you still let me come back.
And even loved me harder than I have ever felt in the past.
Shown me beauty in the midst of a chaotic blast.
One I caused no doubt, but you always come with an extinguisher and put the heat out.
I watched that caterpillar before he spun a silk enclosure
Where he shed his last, then pain before that chrysalis turned green.
You brought me back a few weeks past, and allowed me to see a beautiful monarch emerge. You let me feel that peace.
You never leave, and you should after what you have heard from me.
Still I push and sometimes I try so hard to sever this line between you and me.
But even if I could it wouldn’t make a difference. because, time after time you allow me to vent, and you still care so lovingly.
I’ve always had solace, I never had to go looking.
I just had to slow down watch and listen.