Pendulum of Healing

I sway between the ache and calm. Between the wound and the healing

balm. Each silence hums like a distant drum. Reminding me

of where I'm from. I am the stillness. I am the

spin. I lose. I start again. Pendulum, swing me slow.

Through the letting, through the know. Gravity keeps me close to ground. But my heart

still makes that sound. Back and forth through night and dew.

Between forgetting and loving you. The moonlight pulls the morning forgets.

And somewhere inside a memory lasts. Not as pain, but as proof I grew.