This is pure beauty.

Learning to love the silence

I saw you foundering.

You tried
To keep your head
Above water.

I held out my hand.

You took it tightly,
Holding on
For dear life.

With all my might
I began to pull.

You looked up
Into my eyes.

Without a word,
You kissed me

And let go.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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  1. I know you don’t watch TV Jane but you may have heard of Diana Cabaldron’s Outlander series? Anyway there is a scene in S.2 where Claire the protagonist, having gone back in time to a Scotland 200 years in the past, returns to the present 1948 and the first thing she notices is how noisy the world is. Your poem reminded me of that tension of noise versus the learned value of silence. Beautiful.

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