Talking to Myself

Silence
speaks
more than
words.
Emotions on the low, feeling good.
Fears under skin, taking medicine.
Silence
over
any
words.

Breathing
in,
breathing
out.
Here's my future,
past's behind.
Scared to look back,
as it could grab my hand.
Scared to look forward
and see what I could get.

No way to get back,
Still I'm not fully healed.
Time is getting by,
I'm out here reflecting.

Out of my head.
Out of my heart.
I am a spectator.
I am a playwrite.

Mar 24, 2025