Oh, to get lost in words

Hours spent immersed, surrounded

By the music of the neighborhood,

Yet deaf and blinded

As words flow through me,

Around me, and in me.

Words grow

Like breathing,

The inhale of reading,

Writing an exhale.

Words are a solace,

A calming of my mind,

A stilling of my soul’s race.

Words fade

As the sun slips into the west,

And, like a diver, I surface

Once more into the world,

My essence a tranquility.

Clean, renewed, I am

Once more, me.

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