Silence:
The thoughts buried from last night’s dream,
The uncertainty of,
“Am I where I’m supposed to be?”
The determination to catch up with time,
The obsessive need to re-lock the door,
The suffocating exhaustion
of a déjà vu spinning wheel,
The doubts you fight to negate,
The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down,
These are the things silence brings me.
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In the morning, I resize them
and mold them to my being.
Strutting then like treasured diamonds.
You see the the sparkly stone.
I see the piece of coal
that has morphed so beautifully under pressure.
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The silence is my story
and the diamond is my triumph.

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