Pause.

 

when the world within me is loud –

constant cacophony, clanging, clashing –

I hastily throw pieces of my soul

into large, nondescript bags,

and I take a trip outside of myself

as my heart races and my legs shake.

 

but when the world is soft –

silent, somnolent, soothing –

I arrive home from the trip

and slowly unpack my bags.

I take deep, cleansing breaths 

as I put my soul back together.

 

LC from Hello Poetry. “coming home to myself.”

 

And if tonight my soul may find her peace, and sink in good oblivion,

and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower

then I have been dipped again in God and new-created.

 

D.H. Lawrence. “Shadows.”