Seeking refuge from the deafening salvoes,
Apathy, anger, anxiety overran the haven created,
The haven constructed for the remnants,
The remnants of joy, excitement, and gratitude.
As the last bit of hope begins to diminish,
A sudden silence looms in the air,
When that anxiety, that anger, that apathy is clear within view,
The obsoleted notion of their danger becomes clear as day,
Destructive they are not; but desperate,
Desperate to be acknowledged and accepted.
The danger that once besets the haven,
Was an extreme measure of desperation,
Only when silence is imposed,
Only when they have gained the attention they seek so direly,
Only then will the feud for the psyche ends,
And a common ground can be found.
All it took was silence and understanding;
That spectacular quiet.
Happy Thursday.
