Silencing The Chaos
It is almost always late at night,
the silence palpable in the air,
the chaos strains through every pore,
trapped in my thoughts, I stare,
at ribbons of rumination,
on a breeze floating swiftly by.
The remnants of grief,
of wounds so deep,
one whiff,
I can not deny,
that what lies inside,
what lurks beneath,
when time stops and I can hear,
was with me then,
..still with me, now,
..throughout my heart’s career.
It disrupted an unwritten book.
Wounds suppressed now yearn to emerge.
Microscopic viral bits of pain,
left infestations tough to purge.
The breeze spun out a Stygian tornado,
left a swath of damage across my past.
Seared in clarity,
a violent rarity,
branded skin within, the die’s been cast.
I silenced the chaos with drink,
with song,
with any potion that’d cease this breeze to be.
I’m halted in my tracks,
as this thin facade cracks.
Now this time….
I grieve for me.
It’s late at night,
and now, most nights,
the silence scorches the still cold air.
The ribbons dissolve now,
one by one,
as I’ve seen my soul laid bare.
The time has come to stop and listen,
to what the whirlwind has to say.
I can hear beneath the chaos now,
and the silence has come to stay.
Kathleen Hussey
May 24, 2012
