When the noise disappears

When the dust settles and the coast seems clear

When the hustle ceases and the calm returns

It is in these times when we expect peace

That the conflicting voices erupt

That the emptiness transforms to a void

It is in these times that doubt rolls its fiery fist

Churning up despair, panic and anxiety

It is in these times that we are left naked

Bereft of any cover and exposed to our inner fears

Alas, the passersby can not comprehend why our wounds resurfaced

Fresh and raw as though they were just inflicted

It is in these times that we need to hear words that breath life and peace

It is in these times that we need to seek healing and reconnect to your source

When the noise disappears…

Yours truly

Omozilo