Process Amidst the turmoilof flying wordsthat can never returnand the tumultuoussea of regretdarkness finally comesas the door closesone last timeon the carnagenever to forget Sobering, stark wallsof the passagewaynumb the sensesquieten the mindand heart rate begins to slowAs oxygen reenters the brainBlinding, distorted visionsdisappear from viewCalmness comesforming an inner glow Time in this placebecomes preferableCocooning, comfortingStabilizing, strengtheningandContinue reading “Process”