Where the Peace is
By Jessica Boyes
It’s waking on a Sunday as the sun comes up,
still rugged up, lying in bed in silence.
The distant sound of birds chirping softly,
knowing that I don’t need to get up if I don’t want to,
but I do because; coffee.
It’s sitting out on the balcony, watching the sunrise; colours of pink and yellow reflecting off the city,
thinking whether I’m supposed to be anywhere else,
and even if I was, surely they wouldn’t miss me?
It’s laying on the sofa, shouting out answers to the game show I’m watching,
hoping the neighbours can’t hear,
but I doubt that’ll stop me.
It’s the smell of freshly baked bread, straight from my oven,
cutting the first slice,
with lashings of butter.
It’s where it’s safe and secure, and where there’s no judgement,
I’m lucky to have such a space,
it’s truly a godsend.
It’s where rest is; the calm is; the happiness; the peace is.
It’s home.
About the Creator
Jess Boyes
From Melbourne, Australia, I love creative writing and food, particularly a good quality cheese or some sort of dairy.
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(PS I have a series of photographs (at least thirty) of the city that goes from Portarlington all the way round to Black Rock and your image would slot straight in)
Good Morning Melbourne! Your piece instills a very relaxed vibe that resonates across time and space - it's a beautiful thing!
Having my own safe haven is one of the things that makes me most comfy :)
This is beautiful. I had previously hearted, but enjoyed the reread.
Brilliant and,beautful! This is a re-read. Previously hearted!!!😊💕
This sounds amazing, and you seem like you have the presence of mind to fully appreciate it 🙂