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.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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