Ex Igne Veritas

Silence behind the storm
Before the day turns back to salvation

Let it burn out bright

Cocoon

I am the singular silent
Forsaken
Following the one true sound of
Shattering windows
Breaking habits of time ticking outside
Continuous
Freezing breezes folded below wings
To hold our hands out begging
But not for the song of
Sanity

I am the handbag
I am the toy box
I am the vase

Giving in to an impenetrable filling up
To shout at the entire world

Am I not enough?