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I moved back in with my parents about a year ago during a time of transition in my life. They’ve been out of town since Wednesday, so I’m relearning what it’s like to be alone in a house. I often get freaked out at night when the quiet of the day settles into my bones. I crave the peace of mind to know there’s someone else there, as if their presence alone will protect me from whatever creeps in the shadows in my bedroom.

But the silence of the morning is refreshing. I’m enjoying the solitude, slowing down a little, not in a rush to go anywhere, allowing myself to unwind in the stillness, to feel the sunshine, to listen to my thoughts. I hope you find a moment this weekend to do the same.


Poetry and music.

8 thoughts on “Quiet

  1. As a character, I live “on the sick” in a Council flat which is paid for by “the Sate” as I am disabled. I live alone and I have a lot of time in my own space by myself and i love it – yet I write on posts like this in my spare time! Confusing! Anyway, first thing in the morning when no one else is awake is the Best and I thank you for your poem confirming that! B

  2. I just wanted to say that your words have helped me through a lot of serious stuff happening in my life, thank you so much.


    1. Diana, thank you so much. Sorry it’s taken a little while for me to respond. Life’s been busy! I am happy to be a friend and a reminder that you are never alone. I hope you are doing well and thank you for reading my poetry 🙂

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