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
Photo by Mitchell Griest on Unsplash
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