In silence I cry, I pull my visions close, I fade into the darkness. Quiet. A ghost. Haunted mind. I need to step out. Hide. Discourage my pain and doubt.
Scream. Scream so loud my demons I release, I need to rise above. I need peace. Like the waves on an ocean, I rise then fall, In my safe haven, I once again crawl.
© Cynthia Clark