Silence

Head hits pillow after a long day,

eyes seal shut,

in sweeps the sound of simple silence.

I drift off into my dream,

silence hugs around me

like a second blanket

like a shield.

Doctoring me as I rush though the day

working, running, cooking, cleaning, screaming,

it seeps into my mind disintegrating the chaos into smoke.

It is a newly cleaned cardigan

lingering of sweetened Downy

refreshing me

reminding me of who I am.

Head hits pillow after another long day,

I reflect on life,

I hear no one,

I feel nothing.

Silence becomes a load of bricks

falling down upon

my legs,

neck,

head,

suffocating me until I fall asleep.

The movement of my day rushes by

no missed calls,

working late tonight,

reservation for 1.

Reminding me of who I am.