Convalescence
Convalescence
For the first time
I stand without words
as they are plucked from my mind
by the critical eye
that is now ever watchful.
I sit now in convalescence
unable to fathom
the gales and storms
that have blown me here.
My unrest has been great
But a turbulent mind
is yet able
to bear the fruit
of its own labour,
and come to rest
in the peace of creation.
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