Sitting in this old shell
Absent to my whole self
Easily distracted
From all I am not feeling
Silence in my centre is scratchy and empty
and no guidance.

What what what is it I want to feel?
Not this knot
Not the knot in my forehead
Or the one in my side
Not the screaming, yelling energy in my arms and heart
Not these tears of absence grief

This I know is misdirection
This angry clawing is a smoke screen
…not a movement.
Just beyond it, behind it, in it
Is  light,  love
freedom.

Sitting here as this cell
Light  shines
all things
Song  sings heart
and windowed wings
Silence in all noise brings. ❤