| So many sides to you |
| Calm, collected |
| Blissful, meditative |
| Clarity could not be sexier |
| As you paint the ideal day |
| Then you stab me with silence |
| No shadow, song or movement |
| Feeling empty and unwanted |
| Sinking feels like the only option |
| But not just my body, dreams too |
| And for this, I fight |
| Keeping still, I search |
| For your other side |
| You taught me to listen |
| To war against the No’s |
| I tune in |
| I sense possibilities |
| I notice emotions |
| I taste unspoken words |
| Most of all, I hear my heart |
| Beating music and breathing life |
| I lay still |
| Enjoying this present |
| A gift not received by many |
| Tears stream, a smile crinkles |
| Clinging on, I carry on. |
Relaxing!
Thank you Ezee