Still & Silent

when turbulent times
made her decadent
she would adopt
stretches of silence
flying low
to the depths
of her soul
to listen to
the waves
surging within
light as a feather
not deafening
the quiet
yet stoic
in her stillness
she would see the she
that wasn't the she
she should have been

in the tranquility
of the still and silent
she would find herself again
each time. every time.