I am alone.
Surrounded by empty souls
who speak through me,
who throw their voices at me,
with such intensity
they bruise and batter my spirit.
The sound rings in my ears,
and drowns out my own thoughts,
my own voice.
I can not be heard over their thunder.
And so I am praying.
I am longing for a break in their storm,
that I might find some silence
in the absence of their pounding rain.
That I might find some peace
in the struggling sunlight,
and in trully being alone.
