VELVET SILENCE: rest is not surrender
My pain screams,
high-pitched, incessant,
And I shift,
Insist, grit-my-teeth –
I can. I must. I will.
Then retreat,
defeated,
compelled horizontal.
I exhale,
frustrated, resigned,
yet warm and blessed,
cocooned in velvet silence.
The fireplace crackles
in this room
where horses once rested,
warm and dry,
in their hay-scented sanctuary.
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