-underneath

-underneath

of all the poetry I ever wrote
silence has manifest as my greatest prose

-W.E.

between breaths
heavy chest
holding back on words
cages the litanies that will never be felt

when the body is ravaged by illness,
the best medicine is quiet

and walking around seemingly healthy as we may appear
spiritually we’re on the verge of death because of our incessant need to present as otherwise.

-W.E.