the silence in my brain
created by overwhelming noises
all bamblasting in such cacophony
that all that remains
is a deafening silence
of thought
my fingers want to type
my mouth wants to speak
but the noises
overpower any ability
to enunciate
with any lucidity
a diet of calm
a room of quiet
a basket of tranquility
preordered & paid for
but delivery is always postponed
or seemingly canceled entirely
the silence in my brain
so loud it is deafening
freezing my fingers
closing my mouth
in effect
silencing me – again
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a journey out of the shadow of grief & trauma