This hour of the night is always encased in an orange glow
that emanates like sunlight with warm and keeps away the chill.
This is the hour when I am most honest with myself
I make myself sit and stare at a blank document
and try to type up all the things I have kept in my heart.
In the silence, I am allowed to admit my defeat
and let myself think about the things I have guarded.
This follows a usual pattern: deceiving nostalgia, self-critiques
until I run out of words to release into the empty room
and it once again goes quiet.
So what? I have to ask myself. What now?
I have emptied my pains into the keys,
and released the anxiety bubbling in my stomach.
I feel different now; my issues are not quite resolved but they feel
smaller. I breathe, and for once, my lungs expand and fill
and I am content.
