thoughts a la poetry

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Like a rock, I slept.
Do rocks sleep or are they just still?

My mind needed stillness, so I slept.
Naps are treasured as of late.

I crave purpose and rest.
A jumbled mind paralyzes me with no end in sight.

Writing is my new salve;
My salvation.

Creative cleaning of the cluttered mind and heart;
Authenticity and freedom.

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