The Wind, Water, and Wire by Myka Evenhouse ’22
The quiet is when the noise gets the loudest when that voice gets the proudest I cover my ears but it echoes in here distractions drown its droning silence amplifies its groaning so I close my eyes, I’m standing over water blue a familiar sight but the angle new walking on a wire over a waterfall the wind blows strong and I can’t hear the call the call to stop resisting, persisting the call to stop going, stop growing I see the other side of the line I see there, peace and hope and light I see that getting there will take time the winds cease and the ringing returns it tells me to stop and give in it tells me to stop and let it win I tell it to stop but it won’t listen I look down and see the water glisten the voice calls me into the roaring water the voice without wind gets stronger but the wind told me to resist the wind told me to persist the wind told me to keep growing the wind told me I have to keep going
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