Essence is an offering.
A gift for us to cherish.
Nature is aspiring,
creations never perish.
Each one is admiring,
contentment is cherished .

As contentment flourishes
I’m savoring the feeling.
My essences are my ambitions,
my quintessence is appealing
and contentment forms my essence
My inner child is slowly healing.

Sensations of content unlike before,
yet the trauma survives on my body
Each scar, each pummel, and more.
The content covers the dreadful agony
of the ancient tears I’ve formed a shore
That carried me to the shore of honey.

The world’s creations are inspiring,
so is preserving contentment eternally.
Basic happiness around each thing…
A view I’ve been blinded from internally
and gratitude is knitted in that string
of a content essence that’ll last sturdily.
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