Does it really exist?
The peaceful height?
It sure does..
I think I found it
at rock bottom.
The moment when
I realized..
My work is finished here,
and I am finally content
with being
peacefully forgotten.

You’ll find it too
when once again
you’re out of tears
with which to weep.
When the only one
you wish to hold
is silence..
as you try to fall asleep.
When you deny yourself
the privilege to dream.
When you decide
to see things
for exactly
what they are..
instead of
what you wished
for them to be.

There is a reason
hermits do their writing
in seclusion.
What is a poem, after all..
If not a sweet
and flowery delusion.