Stillness.
One day you will find it.
One day you will know it.
You will wonder how you lived
without it.
I need you to know
quiet is possible.
It's beautiful. It's
within you already,
waiting for you
to peel back the chaos.
Stillness.
It is meant for you.
It is held for you.
It is in your DNA,
filling the cracks
between familial cancer,
impulsive mistakes and
emotional dysregulation.
Stillness
waits to bloom,
to consume,
to swallow the noise
and give you, instead,
the truth.
That you've always been
the jacket beneath the
rhinestones. The leather
beneath the studs. The
wood beneath the carpet.
The beautiful reality
beneath your mistaken
expectations.
Stillness.
It's always been you.
Pure. Loved. Gorgeous
down to your soul.
The light you burn has
always been enough,
needing no shine, no lamp
no candle, no bush.
Just you
in the stillness,
waiting
to be found again.

© Averil Sperry