Salvation
There is a certain silence
A form of absolute solitude
We crave
We desire
The quiet
Before the storm of anxiety
Runs rampant
The beats of each second
Allowing us to breathe
To render in peace
A quiet
That isn’t lonely
Nor sad
A peace
For the mind
To work things out
In the depths of solitude
We wish
We crave
We may even find
Our salvation