Peace Upon Inner Critic
November mornings filled with dirty pink dawns
light tenderly brushes the clouds in glory
hidden moments when world still asleep
where blessings and beauty bestows a new day
Moment where volume turned down
when inner critic is told to sit down
find solitude's connection and grounding
drawn to gaze at painted sky and live in today
The voice inside that catastrophizes yesterdays and tomorrows
bound with my own words that not welcome here
just an energy sucker and bearer of unnecessary suffering
I say get out… GO
This day is a day born in stillness
grounded in connection with Father
where I am His and He is mine
the accuser has no quarters here
Poem 20-320a © highplainspoet
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