QUiet

At last I love the silence.

Silence was a fear, a pannic,

a fear of thought

a pannic for lack of distraction.

fear of sneaky words waiting

to jump and take over.

At last I can be and they do not jump.

I can choose to not think

i can choose to be quiet

To breathe.

Deep not shallow.

Throat clear, relaxed.

The world is still there

my life is still there

but it is silent and i am ok.

In Silence I create

In silence I am loved.