The cat meows.
The faucet drips.
The dogs bark at an invisible
Presence.
The branches of the tree outside
Scrape the window
As the wind blows.
My
Heart
Beats.
In Between all this
Rests
The
Silence.
The cat meows.
The faucet drips.
The dogs bark at an invisible
Presence.
The branches of the tree outside
Scrape the window
As the wind blows.
My
Heart
Beats.
In Between all this
Rests
The
Silence.
Love heals
The open wound.
And in its
Steadfast
Silence,
Gives wings
To the
Broken soul.
Be still
And wonder
At the silent grace
Within your soul.
Do not let the veil of silence
Fool you.
For it is not weakness
It hides behind.
You carry a strength beyond
Measure.
In the silence
You were listening
You knew right away
You heard my heart stop beating
And looked at me to say,
The tears.
I am my own comfort.
There is solace in the silence.
In the dark.
It is there that I lay
The ache bare.
Defenseless.
Solitaire.
My agony.
And when the bottomless torment
(Which has no name)
subsides,
I will wrap it up tight
And tuck it away.
Not to come out again until
It is too heavy and thorny
To carry in the quiet.
You stole the silence between the
Moments from me.
You broke my heart
In all its glory.
You took me whole
And left me
Crumbling.
You caught my breath
And made it yours
Then turned
To watch me suffocate.
You threw bits of me
To the shadows
And with eyes wide open
Watched me
Fade.