Silence. But not peace.

Maddening silence.

Frozen, no movement.

Sitting there, hours on end.

No freedom. No rest. But silence.

Should they disturb her? Let her be?

It’s been weeks. Gaunt in the face,

She barely eats.

30 pounds gone in 4 weeks.

She barely sleeps.

None of this is normal.

She spends hours circling the block,

She walks claiming it clears her mind.

Silence. More silence.

They can no longer stand it.

The strings are twisted too taut.

Finally, the explosion.

Screaming, yelling, stomping, slamming doors.

Targeted at her father, he fires back.

But they both know, they aren’t yelling at each other.

Finally calmness returns after the hoarse voices and red eyes.

The recovery begins.