
Photo by Lerone Pieters
Going Out/Coming Home
It’s not the going out that’s hard
It’s the coming home
Navigating hot subway stations when I’m too tired to stand
When I realize again that I’m alone
It’s what I wanted (isn’t it?)
There is something to be said for the peace of solitude
But it’s quieter than I remembered
This quiet can be more powerful than blaring speakers
Because it amplifies the thoughts in my head
Whispering anxieties and sadness in the club of my mind
The opens its doors when the quiet allows
And the loneliness ushers them in
About the Creator
Chelsey Staples
I've been coming up with stories since I was a kid, I thought it might be time to start writing them down.




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