In silence
I can breathe
In silence
I can feel
My heart's beat
In silence
I can hear
My thoughts
And
In silence
I can see
My reflection
Its wounds
Scars of the eyes
Of the mind
Rather than the skin
In silence
I remember who I am
I remember
Me
But silence is
A lull in the cacophony
Of life
Silence is
Brief
And promising
And too quickly gone
Life can be so busy. So noisy, physically and mentally. When I do get the chance to sit and do nothing, which is very rare, I'm reminded of who I am, something I forget when the tsunami that is so often life washes me away.
I think it's important to take time for yourself. It can be a difficult thing to do, but sometimes, it's essential.
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Pieces of Me
PoetryPoetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you. Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...