Listening For the Quiet

Oh fruitless fight

the storm and the neptunish tide

the river of shame

the nefarious game

of guilt and endless blame

your footholds are crumbling away

everything you grasped on to stay

was only a sign, a self-preserving lie

to protect all I try to keep at bay

feel the truth inside

the torrent of fear, shame and desire

was only the need to be loved, to be held

to be furious and told it was OK

here I reside

waiting to release the demons and rise

to know my worth can’t be changed

can’t be taken or tied

I’m listening for the quiet….