Free to Dream: The Way I Sit

Free to Dream Series

The quiet I sit in. It is more than just quiet...

There's depth to it.

Stillness goes hand in hand, not just along for the ride. 

It touches a pool, somewhere around the bottom, the bottom of my stomach. 

Internal, completely covered inside of me, like a basement with a hidden door that leads further under.

No longer concrete, dirt now beneath my feet. 

This quiet is deep.

It haunts me like what creeps in the darkness. 

I can't avoid it.

Another Netflix series or YouTube subscription, long showers and daydreams...none move the quiet.

It is deep.

It resides here.

It's the root of my avoidance and the flicker of fire to my fears of loneliness.

Maybe if I...

Finally go down there, open the door and walk the dirt paved corridor...

Go see what's really there, what quiet looks like (sighs)...

Maybe, just maybe, I'll sit differently.

Author's Note

Series of short writings on moving past fear, darkness, avoidance, and finding your light.

Reviews

[Isimbabi]

I like this piece. I especially like how the mind is described like a never ending basement. The idea that it runs so deep that the concrete foundation is merely a facade and past that lies dirt covered earth illustrating how one might look composed or certain on the outside but be falling apart on the inside. I also love how in very certain terms the quiet is expressed like a living entity out to cause harm yet the uncertainty in the last line shows that even though you might know whats wrong and know every little detail about the root cause of something. You might know exactly what evil lies at the bottom of a well and yet not be sure how to destroy it. I interpreted this poem as the fight against Depression and DPDR.
I really loved this