Be quiet now in this breathing.
A jagged inhale is breaking.
with folded hands
for promises to be unbroken.
Still as can be in this smothering.
A shudder starts to reverberate.
in prescription rolls.
A dull smile
the misunderstood warning sign.
Brace now for the disentanglement.
You may not know it yet;
run loudly first,
then so quietly
are realized in true colors.
Steady hold to survive in the ward.
No one calls you anymore.
but unmasked violently,
and underneath are broken promises.
( ❤ Mitch)