the song of her solitude

Timidly, she tiptoes through the old house,
Afraid for her weight to press against the wooden floor.
To awaken with her creaking the beast inside,
As the darkness awakens her senses.

Tiny sounds fill the night around her,
Echo through her being.
Whispers turn into screams inside her mind.
They crash down like waves, drowning out everything else.

She longs to break the silence that surrounds her like a fog,
To pierce the air with her voice and shatter it like glass.
For her lonely melodies to swell and glide through the darkness,
And sing the words she cannot find.

But she stands here frozen, afraid to take a step.
This house is a maze, and she cannot find a quiet room,
Where no one can hear her-
Where she cannot hear herself.

She tries to shut herself away from all the sounds
That so constantly grate on her mind.
But she cannot escape the music that comes from inside her-
The music that she fears most of all.

The silence she treasures above all else,
Her endless pursuit,
Is choking her, paralyzing her, torturing her.
Searching, always searching, with these harsh painful footsteps-
So afraid of being heard, so afraid of hearing.

The song of her solitude she tries to hide, even from herself.
But through her attempts to eliminate all the noise around her,
Forever remains the song within her-
Her own heartbeat pounding, pounding, pounding;
Air rushing through her lungs, thrashing and roaring in a never-ending storm-
The whirlwind of her soul that she can never escape.
For where there is life, there can never be silence