View From The Stop

Inner screams can be heard
Without the utter of a sound.

The boiling point of life heightens
When the small things compound.

Before the bough breaks
Or the cradle of sanity falls,

A step away is needed
Peace of mind still calls.

A getaway to nowhere
A place to calmly gather thoughts

Cell phones get no reception
A place where modern conveniences are not sought.

A stop between cities
Miles from deadlines and bills

Just a bench and an awning
Tucked just off the road up in the hills.

Take a seat and breathe
Let the wind brush your face.

Let life slow down,
Recharge the soul by letting nature set the pace.



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