Anxiety

Silence is golden.
It brings sweet peace.
Noise is raucous.
It makes peace cease.

Morning is golden.
It brings sweet light.
Nighttime is darkened
for the light takes flight.

It travels for others'
eyes to see
and the peace and light
are too far from me.

But it will return
and so will peace.
And silence that's golden
will always release anxiety

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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