Deep silence

           The sap of sentiment oozes from me. Calling
into the deepest blues for the stormy gray to take root.
Digging deep to the affected layers.

           Shh carefully I allow myself to lay back. Falling
only a short distance to a grand puffiness. Silly
notions of girlhood dance around me and the
cynical woman erodes the bits of joy.

          Indeed there is a slight cackle, cracking the
heavy night air. Oh how to slice through the achiness
of today. So simple were the tasks and yet I found
myself carrying a mountain in a healing boot.

          So trivial are my trials compared to others
and still I could not overcome mine. I admitted
defeat where necessary and cringed at the
times I begs to yell at those who stroked the last
nerve.

        Ever so gently I backed away. Just smiling,
just soaking in the breeze. Too much time in
empty space. One by one I step closer into a
warmed cocoon. Hoping that the eyes become heavy
and the new day opens.

        Allowance of better adventures and grand
starts. Stirring the dreams. Yes the need of conversations
and yet only ones I start are entertained.

        No. I am not the only one that can type, can
voice things. I tire of hoping of stupidity in changes.
Yet I still continue. And though I ask, why bother.

      Still it is necessity to opened. Haha quakes the
mind and the strength given is explored. Yes I
am stubborn. Then too I am enduring and learning
over, the levels I can press. Only does anyone
notice.

       What does it matter? Kindly answer in this
drawn form.

       Indeed very few words are said between
young girl and woman. Indeed the layers are
the same. Still the same person and yet worlds
away.

       So entertain me for just a moment. The
tightness of explosion is deafening. But shall it
ever be noticed?

      Well I will not say a word.