The words whisper around me
Driving out the ghosts
That should be

The cleanliness of fresh pages
The neatness of black words
And the infinite thoughts
Flowing through the very air
Cover each other up,
And make me safe.

Even the artwork of my friend
I've never met
Surprisingly jumps out
And smiles at me
And I smile back.

I feel peace again, somehow,
In the midst of all the chaos.
At a time when I should be
Pull my hair out by the fistfuls
I'm sleeping in the sunshine.

Even the eyes of anger
Flash around me
But I hardly wince
Because someone squeezes my hand
And I squeeze back.

I smelled the forthcoming of joy
And I felt it on my skin
My eyes sparkled in its gentle light
And I rest