I thought I let go of you.
I feel it stirring within me.
I feel it growing.
I don't want it to.
I keep telling it I am okay
with the way things were.
I moved on.
But still, I can feel it inside me.
There are others more deserving than me.
Others who are still trying.
I pray for peace. Is that too much to ask?
I'm not asking for a miracle, just peace.
But still, it burns inside of me.
I don't want to go down that road again.
I'm not willing to risk my heart again.
Hope whispers, "but it could be different this time."
I don't want to hope.
I put it to rest.
Please let me rest too.
Just peace is all I want.
(This poem is property of Savannah Christensen. Written on 4/14/15.)