gentle - Blackout Poetry Notes

Gentle Nothing

I'm infinitely grateful
that time
continued quietly
into gentle nothing.

It was very clear
this silence, quiet and gentle
would certainly
show me what I am to do.

Another night
the snow falling,
the gentle flakes banking
on the street.
The sky, a place of
tender winter.

Learn to resist
how you compare with others,
and be gentle,
you have a right to be here.