They come back every now and then
They haunt me
my thoughts
my dreams
They are everywhere
Whispering
Louder and louder with each passing second
I run
I cannot hide
I cannot hide from them
They always find me
No matter what I do
No matter where I go
They are there
Whispering
Haunting
Taunting
Then they leave
But I know it won't be long
Until the whispers reappear

The quiet.
Something so simple
Something that used to terrify me
But now
Now I find myself finding comfort
Comfort in the creaks of the floorboards
Comfort in the wind again the windowpane
Comfort in the soundlessness of it all
The quiet.
No longer something I fear
Instead it becomes something I long for
A moment alone with my thoughts
A moment alone without a care in the world
A moment to appreciate the little sounds around me
The quiet.

One day I will be different.
One day things will change.
You will no longer hold power over me,
The power that you cannot see.
You will no longer haunt my dreams,
The dreams will cease to be.
My thoughts will no longer be plagued by you.
These will disappear as I age.
One day I will be new,
I will not be the girl you once knew;
The girl that you once broke,
And as for you-
You will be nothing but a very distant memory.