A poem: Unravel
/Shh…
let your voice be quiet.
and listen to the sound
of the air moving your lungs.
Through this self-made silence
grow up
around a stillness
like a vine up a trellis
moving only into the places
where there is space,
moving until the very air feels twisted around you.
Wait...
and this air in your lungs
will unravel you
to make more space
for you to grow again.
denise balyoz. 11 june 2016