Poem: Needs

beachhouse

Needs

Silence.
Quiet.
Stillness.

The light.
Space.
Time.

Safety.
Room
to think

without expectations.
Room
to let the chaff blow away

with no one picking over the remains,
or telling you
anything.

No need to be
anything
more.

 

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