To Be Who I Am
TO BE WHO I AM
Here my pen lies idle, no thoughts abound
I'm rendered in total silence without sound
The heavy velvet drapes trap, as capturing
Every motion of sound, caught a jabbering
Stillness; now befalls this room cast in awe
Melancholy; it writes, its own musical score
Ebbing in and out; liken a tide on its shore
It has no rhyme or reason, it's without law
O how more we hear when gilded in silence
How much more we see, given its guidance
As this room rendered in its own darkness
Hails me to a place beyond its own farness
This connection between heaven and earth
Thus find within myself, my own self-worth
Others fail me, with the door being opened
Thoughts lost, not to be written or spoken
Indiana Shaw . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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