when there are words,
and when there are none,
it’s the silence that drives you mad,
despite its claim to necessary.
when you are able,
and when your muscles fail,
it is inertia that holds you hostage,
the resting that reclaims you.
when there are tears,
and when they’ve run their course,
it is the cleansing that keeps you whole,
a release to fix your broken.
when there is joy,
and as the world reveals its soul,
it is the hug you offer humanity
that gives you back your own.
when there is life,
and with each breath,
it is dawn that keeps you wondering,
as you watch the night unfold.