Of a world
And consumed with envy
Can drown out the quiet peace
That longs to heal the wounded hearts,
Bruised by living in this concrete maze
That preys on the weak and less fortunate.
Yet this peace is often hidden within
The unexpected and familiar,
Like the perfect cup of coffee,
Or a salty ocean breeze.
Whatever you can use
To block out the noise
For a moment
Is where peace