Poesia (26.4)

Peace Within 

The sun had rushed into rising.

My fleeting heart
Once again
Was full.
Gathering all the possible
Myselfnesses
It could grab
From the dusty shelves.

And I felt whole again.
Whole in my complete
Nothingness
Where the state of mind
I've been looking for
For so long had been hidden
From by my tricky mind

Thus
I'm grateful
For the being what
I've become
And all the ones
I've grown up with