Do you hear that?
I don't, either.
I hear nothing.
Nothing mocking me.
Nothing coercing me.
I think she's gone.
At least for now.
So, for right now, I'll soak in this peace.
This peace of mind.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
