A silent muse,

peace, a posture


in why to seek


A word,

create a visual


breathe in

breathe out

breathe again

for there is nothing


I often want to travel back,

stand in the hallway

outside the cafeteria,

where I can still remember the double


lunchroom doors,

almost feel their clasp,

like speaking

to my childhood

years later to suggest I did exist then.

The mind can choose to listen

or scream,

to advocate a fresh perspective,

or recall.

The eyes though have it,

they can see what happened,

the pain, fear, torment, confusion

of an adolescent nightmare.

Sing to me soft melody

allow me new serenity.



Please I would love you to share words, suggestions ...

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