feb4::: sit listen

i sit here and listen to my heart
as i listen to children chatter
and my body ache from the day
i sit here and listen to this voice that runs through my fingers
and hear the silence between the noise
knowing their meaning carries much weight
i sit
here
where i have written sorrow's story
and found love
where i have spilled tears and shouted in happiness
i sit
here
at a desk
of blood sweat and tears
on a keyboard that has spelled out life
at times
incorrectly
i sit and listen to my heart
type out the prayers recited to myself in the half dark
kinda quiet
soul searching
soul spilling
soul overdosing
pages

do you hear me
do you know
what my heart says

the answers to these prayers

listen
they are in the sitting
in between quiet and noise
in between the space and the word
in between the ex and in hale

they always were


listen