There are moments

When fear becomes

A strange wisdom

In the silent space

Of within

Where nothing beyond

Quiet breath

And the rhythmic heart

Are speaking

There are times

When the knowing

That still certainty

Is no comfort

But instead a chill

In the sleeping hours

Stealing dreams

Leaving lungs squeezed flat

In a frisson of fright

Until we long

For the bliss of our ignorance

Wishing a moment to “unknow”

What speaks within us

Turning away

From the grim foretelling

To set our eyes

Upon some other future – Caroline A. Slee


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