It is the silence that is taking me and enveloping me
Its suffocating nature, an enclosure too often felt
Yet these are the cards we seek to be dealt.
We want its caress for it’s told to be freeing
But at times these words are often deceiving,
A space or place for all that is true
One may yearn for a feeling or meaning that is new.
Take time to think and accept a state
For we may never understand nor control our fate.
If tears come from a place one has to go
And tranquility is a state we’ve grown to know
Then stay in this place without shame or weep
For all will be well just as soon as we speak.
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