there is a breath of silence
a rushing moment
a surge of fresh air
a stillness.
sudden movements followed by a flash of tranquility
understood by some, forgotten by others
not a sound emitted from any voice or mind
moments of peace, moments of solitude
our souls grappling with our hearts
holding fast to its fleeting happiness
begging it to not let go.
inhale.
exhale.
stop.
the moment is gone
mournfully, it gives a heavy sigh
a heartbeat, pounding through the night
bearing the weight of every fracture, of every shame
like a song laced with a bittersweet note of love
ignorant towards fear
ignorant towards darkness
an unknowing innocence holding me through the night.
but it is morning now
awaken
and begin again
Photo Credits: Nicholas O’Leary
