When people become righteous,

and say, “I found my peace,”

it’s strange to see.

Assuming they know it all,

belittling your problems,

thinking theirs were worse.

Measuring pain

like a competition of suffering.

It’s strange to see

these unhealed souls,

disheveled people,

still trapped within their own holes,

pointing at others

when they need to look at themselves.

Your life is not about showing you’re a hero.

If you don’t pour into yourself,

what spills out runs unfiltered.

Your scars aren’t bigger than mine,

nor are mine bigger than yours.

Real peace

doesn’t need to be shown;

it’s felt first,

oozing from within

and glowing from the soul.

Not shouted,

not held on a banner

real peace;

is a balance of all attributes.💟