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 Oโ€™Leary