PIECES OF US (Original Poetry)

Tucked away in
the safety of silence,
deep into summer,
free with my thoughts,

Eyes closed,
conscious breaths
from an instant to eternity,
beauty is born,

Deeper purpose
rings clear
both fascination and fear
are tempered,
there is only stillness
and peace in the eye
of this storm,

Gone are the
contentious trolls,
brainwashed and triggered,
each generation a
heart wrenching
parade of innocents
that simply don’t
have to exist,

One consciousness,
was splintered into billions
of jagged and yearning pieces,
all else is illusion,

Until we can all
find our way to
the eye of our storm
we will be living
some version of the
same hellish day
for all of eternity,
sentient and suffering,
going about our lives
searching for these 
missing pieces of us
that have been 
right there, all along.

~Eric Vance Walton~