The ache will mend, it’s simple, they say Closing the door behind them. With not a whit of concern No solace is left behind. Suddenly, you’re left, abandoned Everything ever questioned Crashes and tumbles and collides Awakening the hollow silence. The heart foretells what is next As each thing in the room awakens With gaping eyes they glare, they know You’re ruined. You hear them whispering You hear the silence swarming with curiosity They’re buzzing, questioning, wondering When will it come? The heart foretells, the mind comprehends Lock the doors, draw the blinds Turn on the lights, the music, the stove Nobody must know, it must not hear. You cannot fail, this is your job now The mind urges, do not stop Conceal the murmur, make them hushed Tuck away the sentiment, still the pangs. It must not hear. It must not know. Every day remains the same, unchanging Work, get it done, achieve something Then lock the doors, close the blinds Hush up their racket, silence your discomfort It must not hear. It must not know. But you know it does. It hears. It knew from the very beginning And it will appear at your door Silent, heavy, crooked. With it come both shrieks and silence It offers no more than sorrow No less than burden But a constant companion. You have no choice but to let it in It’ll buzz and glare and murmur too No longer will you be alone, it says I’m here to stay, there is no other way. The ache will mend, it’s simple. They say. --------------- Rebekah Berkovic in her writings, often explores the topics of mental-emotional 'disease', how depression, anxiety, loneliness and paranoia are experienced by the individual and how they are viewed by society. This poem explores just that - the rejection of society and the vicious link between loneliness and anxiety.
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