It's Okay

It is quiet now, the storm has
settled, pushed out of the way, so
"it's okay" I tell myself.
"It's okay"

No echo of thunder, no calming
rain drops, not even the slightest wind.
It's quiet now, all around, it all does its work
without a sound.

A place that safer could not be, though
here I am, legs twitching, fingers tapping,
eyes rushing about.
"What was that?"

An orchestra of noise comes tumbling out of the sky,
aiming for me, only for me and no one else, for
I have broken the silence.

These silences, they don't come back.
So no,
It's not okay.




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