The string
of solitary days,
seemed to be
effecting
my ways.

I was
Dodging
fellow humans-
as if they were bullets,
carving skeletal heart hands
amidst a background of static noise.

Solitude.

That quiet food.
That place where
There is empty space.
Wide open, no man's land.
Alone to the bone-with
no escape to create.
Walking nowhere fast
I stumbled
straight into me.

Tried to knock
her down and
keep on keepin'
quiet.
It worked for awhile.

Days began to pile.
A landfill of
yesterdays over flowing;
polluting
the solitude.
Diluting my quiet mood.

As if I were an invasive-
Parasite persuasive-
Replication
on repeat,
I multiplied.

In the silence,
I never even
Saw me much
Less
Heard
So much as a word.
UNTIL
SUDDENLY
I did.

Hundreds of shadowy
Eyeballs- stared me down.
Smoky Green mean, that sheen.
I heard the 'hisssssss'
as MY stares burst
Through MY bubble.
Suddenly not
alone in the rubble.

Surrounded by
a hundred ghosts
of me- I stood
My ground.
Quiet; still.

Panic paralyzed
By my own eyes.
Shadowy murky-
Lonely no more.
In silence- we met.

Me versus me
And all my yesterdays.

The silence whispered
a secret in my ear.
told me what to do
as we faced this fear.

The irony of me...
all those unforgiven
Yesterdays...

Suddenly it hit,
The silence snuffed out.
as laughter echoed
Throughout every
Inch of me and I
Surrendered-
giving in to the
absurdity of all that is
And always has been Me.
Blame held shames hand-
Ran away to noman's land.
The quiet awoke the joys-
while the noise choked
the phantom fears.

The day serious
surrendered
and the silence
remembered
she was nothing
without
A bit of noise.

© fire_tamed_dame