Keep flying Oct. 11, 2012

 

It is not the silence

At the edge of the storm,

But the quiet of its aftermath,

When you can still

Vaguely hear the settling

Of its debris

While you struggle

To mend a broken wing

So you might fly again,

A quiet so pervasive

It is difficult to know

Just how you managed

To survive,

Or maybe

Just too ambushed

By it all

To think at all,

Numb from months

Of too much pain,

Numbing that comes on

Like a painkiller,

So that nothing

That has transpired

Hurts for that moment,

Yet doomed to change soon,

A quiet so deafening

Only the slowly,

Slowing manic

Heart beat sounds

In your head,

You are, this says,

Still alive after a;;.

And in this brief

Break of forced peace,

You realize

Doom has fallen,

And yet has not

Doomed you,

And once your wing

Is healed,

You will move on,

Taking flight

Regardless of what

Occurred before,

You need to

Keep flying

Keep flying

 

Oct. 11, 2012

 

It is not the silence

At the edge of the storm,

But the quiet of its aftermath,

When you can still

Vaguely hear the settling

Of its debris

While you struggle

To mend a broken wing

So you might fly again,

A quiet so pervasive

It is difficult to know

Just how you managed

To survive,

Or maybe

Just too ambushed

By it all

To think at all,

Numb from months

Of too much pain,

Numbing that comes on

Like a painkiller,

So that nothing

That has transpired

Hurts for that moment,

Yet doomed to change soon,

A quiet so deafening

Only the slowly,

Slowing manic

Heart beat sounds

In your head,

You are, this says,

Still alive after a;;.

And in this brief

Break of forced peace,

You realize

Doom has fallen,

And yet has not

Doomed you,

And once your wing

Is healed,

You will move on,

Taking flight

Regardless of what

Occurred before,

You need to

Keep flying

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