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Going out/Coming home

A poem

By Chelsey Staples Published 4 years ago 1 min read
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

sad poetry

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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