Learning to Sit With Myself: Silence, Healing, and Inner Peace

On my best days, I am at one with myself.

Some days, it’s frightening to see how far I have come.
Who would have thought that she’d be nothing
if not tethered to someone or something?

Yesterday, I sat in my own silence for a while,
and it was quiet.

Well, thank God for SSRIs, because for a long time
it was always a loud, noisy concert in my head,
a never-ending loop of conversations,
an unlimited debate time for panelists:
Tobare and Tobare, the expert analysts.

In a quiet corner is little Tobare,

sobbing and crying for attention.
Sometimes she screams.
Sometimes she wails.

But yesterday, she was quiet.

Yesterday, she smiled with her beaming white teeth,
beckoning for me to play with her.
She danced as all the others vacated the space.
As she moved, the more they cleared.

She danced and laughed
until she was soothed to sleep.

Yesterday, she was happy,
and she isn’t worried about today.