Writing in Cadence

Quiet comes in my darkest hour.

Though I’ve pushed the pain aside,

It’s still in arm’s reach and I don’t have the ability to keep it at bay any longer.

I spent the sun’s energy focused on anything but the noise that comes from pain’s grating voice,

Like nails on a chalkboard during a final exam,

I have to push it aside and focus on my task at hand and get through the day until I can finally sit down

And concede that I can’t go on anymore;

I have to rest.

But the light has disappeared and the darkness replaces it.

The world grows still and the quiet begins to creep in,

And as I begin to relax myself into the serenity of it all,

The pain that I’ve tried so hard to keep away takes advantage of my weariness from the day

And replaces the quiet in my head with an impolite buzzing that won’t go away.

Despite my best efforts the noise comes to an end under the will of a different power.

My mind is still racing but there’s a moment of stillness to be found,

Because the quiet comes in my darkest hour.