but can you?

Usually when I make a loud noise it is somehow untrue.

It is a feeling, a need that will pass.

It will not be eternal.

Because it is a cry. A need. An expression

of pain.

And a gentle hand, a loving God

A kind breeze

will come in and calm it.

Even if no one else does.

When no one else will.

A soft breeze will bring peace.

Reader, I left you today.

Sometimes I write for you,

but sometimes, I write just for me.

sometimes writing to you helps me to stay close. To stay near by.

But on some days, on days like today,

it helps me to get away.

I needed my notebook today.

Together we went somewhere else.

I write because I have to.

Hear the poetry in that.

If you can.