Everything is loud at this time of the night.
I can sit in the darkness and
examine every conversation and
“Try, try harder.”
“Try, try less.”
“Get more things.”
“You’re so blessed.”
This quiet is loud
and my head is a mess.
Often turning inwards only ingrains my worries into me;
puts blocks up that I
At last, at last, I open my eyes
and pour out my life
In the dark.
At last, at last
I finally tell you things you already know and
this loudness at this time of night becomes
the times that I fight.
The alright hours.
The times when I find flaws and then
discover their true power.
Because you’re not afraid of mistakes.
You’re not afraid of stillness.
You’re the only thing that can come
And fill this time where I used to let my thoughts roam unchecked.
But no more, what happened before is behind and now, in the loudness of the night
You come and restore my soul.