Carry the storm
In the event the trigger
is pulled
Pick yourself off
you will not quake
in the aftershock
of this shake up
these moments
Are like riding turbulent seas
they pass
till they’re nothing
these seconds
take up the hours
But these mistakes
Don’t mean
You have to scream
turbulence
Changed
I’m not the same
I need to be alone
To process this departure
I won’t be turning to you
For closure
I’m a closed book
No longer affording to be open
©Silverbackgorilapoetry 2016 June