The silence hums so

Loudly in my ears

I cannot hear the sound

Of my own heart

The heart that I rely on

To guide me through

The very air seems

Preternaturally still

Though I feel it moving

Through my body

I see the rising and

Falling of my chest

What kind of alchemy

Do you possess

Are you a demon or a

Sorcerer that everyone

Falls prey so swiftly

To your charms

Am I to be the one exception

To the rule

The only citadel to which

You have laid siege

That has not fallen

To your passionate assault

But this is not a game

The stakes I’m playing for

Are higher than they’ve ever been

My heart and the fate of

The kingdom and my people

Hang in the balance

So when I make my choice

I must be guided

By more than love

I must be mindful

Of my duty to my

People and my throne

What shall I do . . .

Author: Melody J Haislip

I'm either a transplanted East Coaster or a born again West Coaster. My heart kept pulling me toward Oregon, and when I followed it I found my dream, which I am living daily. My dream of becoming a writer has come true as well. I am in the company of people who speak my language, and the sense of community is healing hurts I didn't know were there. I am very grateful for my enormous good fortune.