I Get Quiet

We all react differently

when things go wrong

And like a cloudy dawn

I get quiet

Like a child on the beach

Softly humming

through the sand

Collecting treasures

and hoarding a bucket of discoveries

I go around to collect the sorrows

the misfortune, the pain

I place them in my bucket

and hum along

Holding the fallen together

Keeping the tilting frames stable

but the balancing act 

of my own stability

Hampered with the weight

of it all

Crashes when we're separated

and I can let go

I don't fall to my previous level

but deeper and farther

from exhaustion 

I go.