Quite was once not a place for her.

The ugly loneliness of silence

Pressing it until she could hardly breathe

Forcing her to stick out her already bruised head.

Even if to gulp in soot and stale air.

The love that hurt was the only home she knew.

She held it tight while it clawed into her heart.

While she bled into nothingness, still holding on for a dear life.

 

And then it all came crashing down

That cage of brokenness

It melted around her

AT first, she screamed and screamed.

Twisted and turned herself into everyone’s nightmare.

Held onto the fantasies of a flame long dead and buried.

She just needed her voice to fill in for the silence.

And the dull ache that it brought.

 

She found another heaven.

This time, it was perfect.

She willed herself to think and buried herself in it.

At least in the thoughts of it.

Every little flash of red hit her in the face.

Something softly, other times roaring.

But she was lost in a trance,

Drenched in perfect love, she would never taste.

 

Life has a way of shaking you awake.

Very rudely,

The silence came rushing back in.

I’m pretty happy to be back and do its damage.

Now, it was roaring

Fetching little bits of her sanity and throwing them to the wind.

She was reaching out

Wildly begging for another chance to hide.

 

It is quite here.

Here, where the sand and sea have made the perfect love story.

Always running, always falling into each other’s arms.

Swallowing up each other

Her eyes sting as she watches them.

And as the way to the music of the wind.

She joins them.

She reaches her arms out for her first dance.

With freedom.

 

It is quite here.

Except for the water.

And that new thumping sound, the old familiar sound of life.

One day, another heartbeat will match the rhythm of mine.

Another pair of feet sank deep into the soft sand right next to mine

But right now, it is quite here.

It is okay,

Because quiet is good.