In Search of Solace

To find a place
Cool and comforting
In the middle of this journey
Where I can pitch a tent
To cover my valuables
And their contents
For you see I am the valued one
With pockets of treasures
Hidden in the valves
And the veins
Like gemstones buried
In caves
And diamonds
Inlaid
Masked by the darkness
Of rough black coal
To find a place
Cool and comforting
To rest my heart and soul.