The Silence

in poetry •  8 years ago 

The silence is deafening
and sometimes frightening.

I seek comfort in my thoughts,
but sometimes end up distraught

Training my mind to only see light
and sometimes it ends up in a bit of a fight.

Where will I go?
How will I be?
For when the time comes,
It is all up to me.

I try my best to take it all in,
and deal kindly with my fears within

I yearn to heal,
so that I am I no longer afraid of what I feel.

Today might be an uphill climb
but tomorrow can be my downhill ride!

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