Finding my peace in chaos

Such a nervous soul
Suffers from life and love all she has no comprehension of
Such a nervous soul

I want to say all the things I never say
I want a place where I can be
Rather than wielding around these antediluvian philosophies

Don't talk back
It is not a womans place
Don't stand up for yourself
It is not a womans place

I need to find my peace

Such a raddled young girl
Searching for a peace amidst the chaos
She runs to the cleft of the rock
Only there is her soul assuaged

I will find my peace in the last letter

I do not want to merely exist day to day
going about each task in logy disposition
I want to live
To hear the songs the birds sing
To dance with the wind
To smell the sweet scent of flowers in bloom

No longer will i drown in compunctious emotion
I will sparkle as the stars
I will fast and pray
I will seek out my God in whose image I was created

I will love and not fear
The last letter approaches
I will not be afraid to cry

I am strong
I have faith enough to move mountains
I am gentle enough to soothe the cries of a newborn
I am brave enough to stand and not allow you to walk over me

I am a woman at peace
Alas, the last letter arrives