spiraling (day 110)

in the well i face the silence
spiral down into its depth
while the quiet can unnerve me
i banish doubts that may have crept

patience is not my best companion
my restless mind prodding on
racehorses ready to start running
i feel the waiting’s far too long

there is not fear in this quiet
just absence of what i want to be
a yearning to keep my interest
a desire for, only me


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