Rocking back and forth,
I beg, oh so quietly.
Please stop, I cry.
I pull myself
into the world
I have misplaced.
The clanging cymbals in my brain
stop their crashing,
and waves upon waves of sound
now cease.
I listen to the silence,
a balm upon my nerves.
I open my eyes,
widened in wonder.
Let me breathe in awe
at my world,
spinning out of control.
yet still intact.
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I can relate to the “world spinning out of control yet still intact.” I love this line.
Yes, wise words, calm in the necessary chaos.
I think I know where you’re coming from with the crashing and the chaos – and agree with Lori re: the last two lines. You’ve captured the silence really well – and the yearning for peace and stillness.
where is calm save in the silent center of the storm? Fran
As I try to find what I have misplaced I can feel strong empathy for the feelings expressed here Barbara.
Sometimes only we can comfort ourselves. May you find it.
Brilliant comment Fran! You are so wise you could be an owl. Jan