Listen

 
I disappear into the woods
Into Solitude
Into Silence
 
I need to
Soothe my Battered and Bruised heart
 
I step Warily
Gingerly
Long pauses
 
I listen
 
The Crackle of dry pine needles
The Clunk of a rock
The Crunch of a pinecone
 
I hesitate, listen harder
The wind tickles the aspens
Creating a smattering of applause
 
The wind dies
And then I hear it
The Tears pouring from my Heart.
 

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