My friend
I see you wrestling with yourself
Teetering on the precipice of a cliff
Numbing your senses with pleasure and pain
Unaware that you are steps from the eternal shade
I would not gift you peace
I would not gift you tranquility
I would not gift you calm
I would gift you a storm
So that you seek shelter
And take care of yourself in a safer haven
I would gift you lightning
So that you have cause to examine the sky
And reconnect with your North Star
I would gift you an earthquake
So that you recognise the unsteadiness of the earth you’re on
And move yourself to solid, supportive ground
My dear friend
On the precipice of change
It will not help for me to gift you what you desire
You will find quiet soon
I pray it is the inward peace you seek as you listen to yourself
Rather than the outward peace that surrounds a silent dying heart