Chatter Sends my mind in circles. Repeats Causes me to step offbeat.
Curated and carefully crafted The secrets I held back Deeply gazed into my eyes You only saw a fragment.
Noise empties Silence fills the room. Pulsing beneath my skin Uncontrollable fear.
The water recedes Slips down the creases of my body To touch the porcelain tub And circles down the drain. There I sit.
Waves crash Crush. Ebb and flow Endless taking life Rushing pain Strength pours.
A moment held, suspended. The delicate timelessness of an instance. Thoughts wander backwards in creation again.
The search for comfort A place to feel at home A hand to hold for just a time or more.
If I lost you this instant I would cease to stand. My heart ripped out Thrown on the ground Alongside yours.
Different. The word that eats Inside our minds Nibbling away worth. Chomps out pieces of hearts. Power in that word. Different.
In the quiet morning hours, the mountains grow taller outlining the sky. The tree line stands bold announcing its call to the forest and whispers mysteries of long-time growth.