My Contentment.

My feet touch the cold concrete.
I lean against the old rusted railing of the balcony.
I watch….
I watch as the moons sparkle reflects against the ocean…
The soft, yet smooth glow,
Completely magical,
Reflecting off the mysterious sea.
I may not have much, but these things…
These are always here for me.
The waves soothe my mind,
The air calms my nerves.
I am at ease.
My confusion is gone.
Here I am …
Here I will stay…
Here is my place…
Where I am content.

© m.f. /Roxywaters 2006