Company of Myself

I struggle through that crowd

That marches through the day;

It’s rambunctious and loud—

A chaotic parade.

 

But once I find reprieve

In company of me,

I feel my strength return—

I find myself at peace.

 

In quiet, when alone,

I fall into rhythm.

A music of my own

Plays without cognition.

 

My thoughts have room to grow,

The dust begins to clear;

A place that is my own,

And all I need is here. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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