Lets the healing begin. I know the signs; your craving for silence: your scorn for vociferous chaoses. You need to retract, retreat in silence, Go on with it, Lets your body, your inner survivor guide you. I am sure the next spring ( your spring) you 'll open, you'll spread again in blossoms, in the mating birds of your poetry. It is your nature, my friend. I know, because I am the ugly duckling; our necks are very long; we have the vantage points of view on the pond in comparison to others, such as gorgeous, colourful, white, proverbial or free-range, ducklings.