Silent Voice Within

I listen to the silenceshortly overpowered bythoughts. It stops. It moves.It comes and goes without obstruction.The quietude of nothingnessgets distorted. I stop.I swallow in the memoriesthat prickle and pain mewithout recognizing their origin.The chaos of it stops mefrom continuingthe serene path of joywhile packing, clearing,moving on to the next stage of life.I pause, not erasing it allor stopping the forcesbut allowing the tearsto trickle gently down…and out.Each one takes a little sufferingand then it all disappears.I can breathe again. It hurtsno more,no less,not anything. I am back to mewith a wet smile on my faceand the honoring and gratitudefrom my spiritthat this too shall passonce and foreverwhen I stop holdingbetrayal even while forgiving;self-criticism even while accepting;and grant the gift of unconditional lovefor mefor once…for all.