Poem – Sunny Side

There is no gain without pain.
May not see it now . . .
used to running with the crowd,
knowing not feelings of being bound.
Locked away in prison
with silent screams,
beckoning for release.

But unless you stop marching your way,
there will never be any peace
as when still, all falls into place.
In the midst of scrambled egg emotions,
the sunny side turns up.

I must let answers come to me,
stop search-filled distractions
that I can find me.
Filled with finding life
which flows a river of truth.
I am set free from the ravages of sin
and found comfortable
within my very own skin.