Why is it
That when the world
Is quiet
My thoughts are
Loudest.

There is a boy sleeping
In my bed.
I should lay with him
I want to lay with him.
But I am so restless
So full of purpose
During these dark hours
Of the day

Every word that I type
Brings with it a release
Like a breath
Of the coolest,
Crispest
Winter air

Oh how I’ve missed this feeling…
The keyboard
Calls out to me
Like an old friend
In the night.

I greet her
With open arms
And
A pounding in my
Chest
These words keep me
Going
These words are my legacy
These words are my own.

I hope that one day
You will read these words
Too
And find some
Solace in your own
Heart.