Soft, Silent, Still
Contemplating silence in a sunlit spring morning—an ode to the quiet beauty of a moment
By JaimiePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Roman Melnychuk on Unsplash
Sitting by the window,
In the morning light glow, with
Lilting spring day's gentle show,
Exists a tranquil moment,
Nestled in a pleasant
Calm present,
Embraced in time: soft, silent, still.
About the Creator
Jaimie
Amateur writer
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Comments (1)
Your acrostic poem is lovely and tranquil.