In this room, The Quiet is victorious.
It’s heavy and loud and visible.
Nervous laughter and fond memories
open the gate that’s quickly shut
as once again the conquerer is
The Quiet beckons to let life go.
The room hangs on every breath.
and for a brief moment hearts grasp for life.
The exchange of slow breaths for open eyes
quickly give way, yielding to
Gaining strength with every vacuous breath,
Stealing hope and drawing water from eyes,
One force dominates through stress,
multiplying fatigue, frustrations, and pain,
Growing stronger with every moment:
Until The Quiet loses ground.
Hope bursts forth as life slips
and tears sprout a tension of joy and
The battle is over.