There was no room for peace.
In the chaos that she called life.
Then she set back and took a deep breath.
In the deep breath of life she realized.
The windows overlooked the golden hour.
The laugh of the kids in her life eased all struggles.
She photographs every chance she gets.
The music sets the tone of her story.
The writing tells the story, if you focus.
To the one who broke the shell five years ago.
To the one who came into my world three years ago.
To the few that finally showed her unconditional love.
When the breath was over all of this came to mind.
She may not be healed.
She may not have everything she wants.
Most importantly when she thought there was no peace.
She finally found part of hers.