At last

In a warm flush of happiness,

A gush of silence embalms.

The storm is over. 

And finally, there is silence within.

After the screaming and the shouting

And the crying and the hopelessness,

The heart is still, undisturbed.

We think we have so much to lose.

We think we can hurt.

We think we have so much to give.

It's burning. The sear of the scar is burning through me

Like hot arcid paste curdling in the chest.

And still, I can locate; I can finally locate again,

The place within which is still and silent;

Simply silent.

To rest. I head towards rest.