only when it's silent
do the thoughts speak up
perhaps they hide
in boisterous mind
mummering amongst themselves

I
“Seem to be ok”
They say
“Much better than before”
I
Tell myself the same
Still
I am not convinced

words don't do it justice
no sound vocal chords could make
would portray
the rising
tightness in my chest
the quickened pace of panic
anxiety swells around adams apple

nothing to live up to
save yourself

sitting inside when the sun is out
close all the curtains for shade
i know the highs gonna come down
i'm sure by noon there'll be rain

beams of moon shoot down upon
these shoulders tense and knotted
help me heal both soul and body
bring health to what has rotted
knees on pavement i request
let rest find me as i travel
grant me peace as i lay
once i have been unraveled

whats money
when you can't buy love
whats love
without reciprocity