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