Everything Starts with ‘The’


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.


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.


The silence is my story

and the diamond is my triumph.

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Film, Music, and Television Critic

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