ACCENT 13/7/15

Solitude was seldom,
Now its Solemn,
I am learning to relish its luxury again.

This mind is grounding,
Quickly healing,
Growing sane each breath.

hatred dispersed like the vapour from your twisted lips.
And I will breathe again, love into my lungs.

I can now sit in the silence between locked spaces without choaking on transactional echos.

I choose not to listen to my own voice too deeply uttering your word's in my accent seems fake. And so it was.

Skin Is tightening around my bones which ache from the vibration you left, like ripples.

Less space taken physically, from consuming shadows mentally, but I am growing spiritually and I will leave trails of warmth again.