BB Grey–musings

I’m not sure I ever learned to live with the quiet—
It just crept up,
Made a home in me,
Shaped the way I was seen.

I never got used to the beatings—
They just settled in,
Dug into my soul,
Found their spot,
Made themselves a part of me.

I know for sure I never got over you—
The light you dragged in,
Even the damn rain,
Finally saw you need both to keep from dying.

I’m better now, I think—
Starting from death makes things simple,
The trick is not to die again.

Certain or not,
There’s violence and peace
In the hush and the shout,
In rain and the sun,
In living and the dying,
In you and me
And this wild dance we call life.