Turning to the night breeze as my only confessor
I told it the reason why I feel under pressure.
Each whispered word is gone with no trace,
leaving a densely thick silence in its place.
Sometimes the silence is cruelly stark—
colorless, blending into the dark;
At other times it is incredibly loud—
a deafening silence, no earplugs allowed,
clinging all over my skin like a leech,
sucking all the blood within its reach.
The silence that torments, the silence that hurts,
but it’s also loyal—it rarely deserts;
it stays with me when my eyes are closed,
it remains even when no threat is posed
to the inner peace, to a quiet contentment,
neither of which are frequently present.
It isn’t enough to confess to the breeze—
sometimes an inquisitor, sometimes a tease.
In the meantime, I shall turn to writing
to allow the words to take on fighting
the encroaching demons of doubt and worry—
both firm participants in my current story.
Author: Nara Hodge
Email: [email protected]
What is the name of your article: I let the words live through me
What category best describes your article: Art and Poetry
Your Bio: Mother, lover, dreamer, scribbler, poet, campaigner, politics addict, restless mind. Nara Hodge describes herself as a lover of words who is forever in love with the sheer beauty of written word and in awe of the fiercely overwhelming power of poetry. Nara is an award-nominated poet who writes poetry in English and Russian. She has been nominated for the Russian Literary Awards ‘Poet of The Year’ in two consecutive years—2017 and 2018. A believer in therapeutical writing, she often uses writing to express her pent-up emotions and to untangle her restless thoughts. She refers to her writing in general as Restless Reflections, which is also the title of her first poetry collection. Nara lives with her family in Oxfordshire, England.
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