The only peace I know lies besides me on the cold kitchen floor,
And it shakes in silent relief each time I let go of the score.
The only voice I follow breathes gentle symphonies into my ears,
Covering my head in bright fantasies that slowly dry my tears.
The only hope I have left trembles silently in the darkest corners.
It does not know whether it belongs with the lovers or the mourners.
The only grain of patience I have for you is finally coming apart,
And you know that this time you will not make it
If I do not give you a head start.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 