A PLACE FOR PEACE a poem by Victor Cruz

Inside my chest exist a blaze of fire.
In my side, I feel the heaviness of gym weights.
A tingling takes over the bottom of my chin.
While my neck stays stiff, it's been two days now.
The muscles in my right hand cramp as the words drop on paper like a rainy day in the summer.
The outer shell of my head works in conjunction with the top part of my nose as I sit in this wicker like chair with boredom.
My left eye blinks as I open up myself to the possibility for peace.
What was I going to do?
My breath is affected by the power waiting to burst from my chest as I move around my left foot.
I scratch my head and rub my neck in hopes that I will find relief.
I know that the answers are there, I just have to get through the blazing fire that rules the midnight woods of my spirit and of my mind.
As I quickly run through it, I know that just past it lies a cool breeze and cold water to drink.
But for now I just have to believe that I can reach that point. And if I believe, I will arrive. I will get there. To that place known as my peace.

-Victor Cruz March 2, 2009