travel close.
Discovering renewal
of strength in being believed.
Paragon, north star of a being.
Humans pretend to have control,
but this isn't that.
No artifice,
No masks
No more waiting for faith
to change course.
Are we vessels
or empty locomotives
with no direction?
Why do we have to choose a destination?
Contentment isn't ocean views.
Peace isnt a mountain trail.
We are the places.
A personal monument
to those who matter.
“We are the places.” That line stayed with me. I love how this poem gently shifts the search for peace from landscapes to the inner landscape we carry wherever we go. Quiet, thoughtful, and deeply resonant.