In The Quiet

My brain is the one place


where thoughts can run to

in order to become distorted with power.

It is here that a simple whisper and turns into a monstrous wave…

a thundering tornado, swirling and screaming

as what was nothing becomes something,

driving me to plead for it all just to go away.

Today, in the midst of make-believe chaos…

I was drawn to plop into my kids’ backyard swing…


a rickety ride, squeaking and oddly calming

and I found release from all that pretends to be as I take in all that is

and found that in the quiet…

                                                    …resides the peace.


Sunkissed Blossom
Tell me:
Where do you go find the quiet
what do you find there that helps you??



Looking up, as always,



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