Hesitating the vulnerability
Pushing aside the fears
Restless nights never sounded so terrifying
until too many have survived
Lack of severity inhales any serenity
Exhale dust
Exhale dust, and I cough
Clear my throat and move on- it's nothing
Solitude forces the grasp on reality
and silence creates a space to hear anything
that may have been missed before
But before, I thought it was music
Nah, now this is facing the music
like looking into a mirror
and at the first glimmer of something...
~Tina Meeks
