Maybe
Maybe there's freedom in poems.
Maybe there's council in rhymes.
Maybe it's a pencil scratching
Endlessly from line to line.
Maybe there's beauty in therapy.
Maybe there's peace in a kiss.
Maybe the broken are mended
By things that are regularly missed.
Maybe there's life in the boring.
Maybe there's hope in a song.
Maybe the things we search most for
Have been obvious all along.
Maybe the answers are simple.
Maybe what pain brings is joy.
Maybe the answer to progress
Is silence outside of the noise.











