She Knows Nothing of This

I don’t think she knows this peace

It comes with the sitting.

The solace, the silence speaks 

Days of droning about, no end to celebrate

I search for refuge. It comes at the end of 

a boredom that strangles my day. Aghast in 

delight at something new, shiny. A golden

gem of the night. Glows in solitude. Shines

a contrasting light, a sharp shadow

in bold relief. Scorned upon my brow. Peace

delivers a solace, a contentment at my doorstep. 

She knows nothing of this.

This comes with the cracks, the splinters in 

ankles and the sharp shards of ancient bone.

A tattering, worn like thistles and thorns. Peace 

delivered in silence, a throne at my door. 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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