Poem – An unequal two

I’m sitting in our home void of noise.
I know what I need to do. I’m not doing it.
I did however figure out why I was pacing
when we first moved in. Searching, feeling
the walls and pausing in doorways. The
reasoning was revealed to me in two parts.
One of which I wasn’t surprised, but the other,
was a gift waiting to be opened, and when I
did, it came along hauntingly and grew
into itself before me; as though I pulled a string
from my throat and with it came the voice of
a story that merely needed to the right to express.

-M. Taggart

What’s one more?

There’s no rocking chair that listens
better than the one you’re sitting in.
As the four walls close in around you
bringing with them no sense of reason
while the creaking continues under the
pressure of your life; only one more,
but let this never be the last of them all.

-M. Taggart