In the Silence

In the silence

my loneliness

screams

at me

from the depths

of my being.

In the silence

my precariousness

echo —

a harmonious symphony

contouring my soul.

In the silence

my fears

lurk

like a captain

ready to catch

its prey.

As I struggle

to catch

my breath

I hear

in the silence

the riots

the echos

the lurking

and the pounding

of my anxious

heart,

a painful memorial

in the stillness

of the night

that I am

still

veritably important alive,

still

lonely,

still

insecure,

still

hysterical .

I catch

my breath

and sluggishly

s

i

n

k

back

into

the silence.