I have to much time on my hands
thoughts of doubt flicker in and out
as I sit here alone
and the silence lets me finally hear the
pessimistic whispers of my own heart.
My mind and heart team up against me and
commit treason to my holistic well being.
"He's safe", I whisper back weakly
"I'm numb and he is safe."
I get up, rustle paper and clank tea kettles
and never sit in silence again.