Beneath the Boughs

I seek quiet.

Not from the world around me, but from the whirl within me.

A moment beneath the boughs, standing amid the falling petals, when I’m not his, or theirs, or unsure of what I want to be.

I seek silence in the breeze.

A shushing of the doubts.

A surety of me.

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Originally published at allisonwrites.wordpress.com on March 24, 2016.

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