Deep inside where all is quietly still,
turmoil churns unmercifully, untended
and yearning for a voice.
Letting go of many ideas, placing
thoughts aside for the time being,
allowing the hurt and sorrow their room
for now.
Saturating inner caverns with tears,
hallowed places for many years.
Crystal blue pools of sadness, dipped
into when grief needs a release from
it's intense pressure.
Staying deeply within the quiet stillness,
flowing over, covering blanketly to hide
in peace from other's stares and well -
intentioned words.
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