By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick

Squishing her head between two pillows
Blocking both light and sound
No tolerance for incessant chattering, the blaring television
From her earbuds classical music play
Distinct notes louder than she desired, her solitary weapon against the constant noise
Longing for the time when silence will dominate as sound of the day
Helpless, all is out of her control
Incarceration likened to eternity
Temporary situation, she’s reminded
Racing thoughts flying in and out her mind
Normally a nuisance; however present situation dire
Voices in her head welcomed if quiet would promptly arrive
Never considered as such before, never again taken for granted
Silence, a necessity