As Way Opens

The wonderful writing inspired this poem. The poem tells me pause is just me, a loud moment of me. The Silence, now she IS, and that's all there is... Lately, I am glee, knowing I ‘am’ my own doom. Doom Doom. Ah, way I long for- A pause, I hope, A moment I pray, A breath is all. What is the noise? I long... All these things they just happen, I experience. Aha, so its me? I experience? I long, I hope, I wait While I entertain the chatter- in my experience, it stays. I am my own doom. As long as I am; the roars will grow and pause and grow. But they will always be Now I know I never need to wear a frown, I am my own doom. Doom-doom , I end, a moment- Now silence is all. Silence can be. Cause silence always was. Lately, I am glee, knowing I ‘am’ my own doom.

wonderful poem, Nithya