The Only Thing Left is Who You Are

Sometimes life is like a wrestling match,
against invisible opponents
and demons of the night,
as close as your next breath,
and beyond your next thought.
Sometimes there's a bird and a breeze and sun,
and the peace of the earth overtakes you.
What's left,
when the only thing left is who you are?

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020

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