Simply Be

In that quiet hour
When all lights have dimmed
She sits down by her window
And stares at the night sky
Trying to lose herself
And maybe find something more
A rhythm of her own amongst
The slow cadence of dancing twilight

Her favorite time of day
Where she can simply be
She can listen to the silence
Not at all awkward or deafening
But peaceful and warm
Here she can heal
Here she feels safe

Sometimes she cries
She weeps for herself
Scars that won't fade
She weeps for the world
Bleeding and torn
She weeps for you
And all the tears you shed
That she can never dry

Sometimes she laughs
Softly, to herself
She laughs at old memories
She laughs because the world
Can be so fucked up
She laughs at herself
She laughs so she won't
Have to sigh instead

Sometimes she wonders
She wonders what will happen
Why things do happen
She wonders whether others
Ever wonder like she does
Wonders if you ever wonder
About her

Sometimes she closes her eyes
Because she knows she's not good enough
For the radiance of the sky
Because she's trying to find
Peace away from the peace
Because she's trying to hear
What she's whispering
To herself

Sometimes she's angry
So angry she wants to scream
Angry that she can't tell anyone
That she's angry
Or why
Angry at herself
For being angry

But always
Not sometimes, but always
She always finds a little more
Of herself
Sitting down by her window
In the quiet stillness
Where she can simply
Be