Silence 7-18-22

 Silence 7-18-22

Crickets, cool breeze, and the darkness encompass me.

Sounds awaken in my soul.

Movement becomes purposeful.

This moment exists and feels fleeting.

The uncertainty of the future glooming.

Dreaming of my next blooming.

Listening to my thoughts, pure at this moment.

No sorrow can sit as I love this minute.

Smiles aren’t forced or required.

The wind brings in self doubt.

Feelings of doing without.

Turning about and about.

Internal struggle for peace is constant.

External search for acceptance is blatant.

I stand in the middle balancing this teeter totter.

Help….