Silence is Near

I hear the birds and the rain
I feel the tightness in my belly
I try to leave out the story
Silence is close by

I feel a pulling at my chest
It is familiar
I feel it without the story
Silence is close by

Emotions want to spill over
Into an endless stream of pollution
But I breath
Making an effort to be in it
Silence is close by

I still hear the rain
I feel the pen in my hands
A loosening in my belly
Silence is becoming a part of me.

Received by Stephanie Sarasvati  7/25/2011