Peace.

Speaks out in the midst

of written chaos, betwixt

the purse of tense, wet lips..

Breathes a sigh of relief.

Shoulders slouch

knuckles pressed to chin

As the lingering moments sprout peace within…

It is finished.

Creased foreheads round about

Thought taut across their faces.

But I, alone in the serene euphoria

Breathe freely, blessed with freedom’s grace.

That much lighter as I float in my seat,

Handing but one more worry to the Lord.

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