Pause and think

The quality of what was said

Can be judged by the silence afterwards...

Another fight.

Someone talks too much,

Defending his ways,

In which he hurts me.

I just have to see the positive, he says.

I am being compulsive,

I have a brain disorder,

Caused by PTSD from my childhood...

Et cetera.

Oh how calming and refreshing

The silence is,

After he is finished

With his monologue.

And then I listen to the music —

Songs from my collection

Of Sanity Anchors.

I imagine a new dance to choreograph

And enjoy my day

With the cup of coffee.

Suddenly my Mac shuts down:

Solar power shortage

In mid-December.

Oh how empty that silence feels, —

As if the room became drained

Of sunlight.

December 14, 2020.

N.B.