Piece by piece, I found that peace whose meaning varied in there dictionary.
Piece by piece I weaved that peace, thought it was my victory.
For some it was a conquest, for some a routine thing,
For me it became my heart and soul , thought that’s all I have to give.
They warned me that a piece of me is what I’ll loose in the drill,
Yet I was prepared, for it all, thought wise actions never kill.
A role I play needs all the skills a juggler would fail at for sure,
A mother, a teacher, a maker of home,yet a wanderer at soul.
What I need, what makes me rest,
Rest don’t even think of course,
What conflicts I have,
They inflict it all,
And can’t even see I know.
So I resolute to the rover in me,
That harmony for self is what I’ll achieve.
That only a content mind can nurture another soul,
Only peace within can kindle the love so pure.
So for the woman in me I promise to thee,
That I will find that peace and me.