Simply Op

Gifted quiet, escaped, not so 
Startled, scared… not really, no 
Amidst the silence, subtle sounds to hear
A neighbor’s bike whirs past my window, cycling near 
“Hey boy,” a neighbor says to greet her dog 
Left on, the shower fan, a hum to defeat a misty fog 
The fridge lets out a grumble, a squeal 
Post scan, no sound at all, real
The voice in one’s head 
Questioning if others live in a similar quiet, a.m. to p.m., bed
Is it normal? Is it fine? 
Lonely souls, an endless line
Some withdraw, give up on caring 
Hyper-fixation on connection, wearing 
Less input, more peace with intermittent mind chatter 
Less output, to-do lists, emotions, and relentless idea scatter 
Life, a mystery, the paths not always clear 
God’s voice, in the silence, courage to let Him steer. 

Goodnight Hug with Love, 
Op (p.s., the pic above was generated) 😉