Quiet hours
Silence was an enemy but as the years went on,
I felt myself slipping away I was gone.
Silence was an enemy now a friend,
I find myself afraid of when the silence might end.
Silence was an enemy now I embrace it,
Silence is where I find myself where I truly fit.
Silence was an enemy now I need it to live,
To stay in the silence what wouldn't I give?
Copyright © Eve Heintzelman | Year Posted 2024
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