The opulent points of light burn me.
I turn, longing to be swallowed by the shadow,
escaping the realities of my world for just one day.
I yearn for the silence to deafen me,
to make the raucous cacophony of sound abate.
I let the gentle vibration of my dog’s breathing
wrap me in the comfort of its vague timbre,
knowing that she is my asylum.
The rain falls gently on the tin outside my window.
Its staccato beat lures me into its embrace
and I yield to the power of its trance.
I am powerless to its rhythm.
But the silence beckons
and the sound of the rain fades.
It is only in the silence
that my truths speak the loudest.
Only then can I hear
what my heart is yearning to tell me.
And with no light to distract me,
I have no choice but to listen.