It’s hard to stay here For any length of time Giving chunks Asking nothing in return The price of silence Hits me Where it really counts
The sense of regret that hits Before I even speak it Is deafening The quiet I live in Is yelling constantly To speak up
Untethered And floating, Silence In the dark. A mother Hears these things.
It is so hard To breathe her name The plastic covers my lips Pulling the oxygen from the air No reward, just stillness Lost in everyday minutes The mundaness of days And years, so many years Collapsed into decades My mind is fading Shuffling the outside down Her attenuation Is breaking into A shrill volt … Continue reading Blueberry Sky – December 3, 2019