Embody the silence,
Expand the chest; 3… 2… 1…
and… exxhhaalle…
The sharpest edges of pain have turned dull,
Breathe in; 3… 2… 1…
Exxhhaalle…
It’s so hard to write when there’s no pain,
Just silence to fill time.
Mushy brain,
Can’t remember anything!
There’s no need,
Breathe in; 3… 2… 1…
Exxhhaalle…
The once rising phoenix,
Now lies dormant amongst the ashes.
She has conquered,
She has fought,
Now she lies motionless and calm!
So tired!
Let Go…
Is this what life becomes?
A numb existence?
Embodying silence and polite smiles?
The once raging fire, now smoking and hissing.
The slightest memory of it, exhausting!
My Art of Becoming 