I curl inside
the chambers of my mind.
It’s warm in here.
And safe.
Darkness stifles
the never-ending cacophony
of monkey-chatter.
I am alone in silence.
It’s cold in here.
I wait.
I wait.
When the honeyed sun rises,
I will crack my heavy lids,
clench my teeth,
wipe away the white residue of pain
knitted into the corners of my eyes.
I will unfurl
my aching limbs.
It’s bright out here.
I am alive.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR – A poet and fiction writer since she was a child, Melinda K. Bryce has always felt the power of the written word. After studying English Literature and creative writing at Western Michigan and Oakland Universities, she is now a freelance writer living outside of Detroit. She is published in various online magazines and is working on her first novel.