It is in the stillness of the snow,
The quiet which occupies the days
Since the loss of my outward life,
Followed by the loss of him, that

Tranquility finds me;
Seeps in through
The water of the hot baths
And the silence,
The solitude of
Me being with me.

There are no outbursts,
No arguments,
No one being hurt
By my need to
Breathe, without speaking,
In my own space.

It washes over me,
Like ocean waves
I didn’t see coming,
Swallowed by a roar
So powerful
That the ears cannot hear it.

And then,
Peace,
A calm the likes of which
Noe even my heart could duplicate,
No matter how many deep breaths
My shoulders could endure.

Nothing finds me,
A void whose presence
Seems to belie its true purpose,
Yet, it appears to be
Just one of the ingredients needed
For the healing to progress.

12/19/2015

Posted on 12/20/2015
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