I don’t think
There’s such a thing as peace
In these days of
So many  promises
Of instant satisfaction 
That only bring dis- ease
 
But even still
This peace I seek
Getting up at 5
Gazing at stars
As I await sunrise
Is it a glimpse of God I seek
Or more elusive yet
A glimpse of me
 
The me that I’m
Not even sure I can define
Because too long I’ve drawn
My own reflection
With someone else’s lines
At what point did I trade
Thrive for survive
 
Perhaps this frustration
With the way I’m living
Is what will help me
Finally
Come alive

(click video below for a spoken word version of this poem)