
Quiet
It’s not often that I feel quiet.
My head buzzes constantly,
The beehive of
Thoughts
Reminders
Information
memories
Is constantly producing a bitter honey of
Anxiety
Restless energy
Pain and regret.
Sleep comes roughly
A trip down memory lane,
Alarm of forgotten to-do’s,
There is no peace in mind or sight
Only one place can slow my thoughts,
Ease my anxieties, cast aside my burdens--
That sanctuary between walls
Of pen and paper.
Poetry.
Where my thoughts are free to wander,
To journey wherever they please.
Where nothing and no one can hurt me,
Within these walls I have learned.
Patience
Reflection
The art of letting go.
Within these walls
The beehive in my mind
Has suddenly gone still.
Within these walls,
It is quiet.