Sometimes
I quiver at the thought
of it.
Leaving
by the back door
of it.
Discovered and struck
By the allure of…
not wanting
not having
not being
here … now
I awaken to the storm
of me
Body shivers
painting perfectly
the ache
of me
Silence sows
Silence seeps
Silence steeps…
Safe!
Sweet Silence
Delivers Discomfort
Surrender!
Sweet Safety
to those who sleep and weep
Silence!
The watcher within
weaves and wanes
Soundly
Image: Remembering the Rains, Vinoth Chandar
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