Silence

 

The silence is so loud now, hurting my heart

Echoes of words past, drop like jagged rocks into my memory

Words spoken that had no substance, no real truth

A smooth flow of silver, wrapped around my soul

 

Silence mocks me, cutting, making me bleed sorrow

How could words softly spoken, scream my shame of belief

Wanting, needing, to end the jumble of letters falling

My ears now closed, no more to hear the crash of pretending

 

Eyes wide, filled with the hurt of the silent emptiness

Age should have been a barrier, a roadblock, a dead end

Instead, words moved the barriers, made them inconsequential

Slowly, rebuilding, rewording, battered but not broken

 

Silence, used, can be so powerful, so hurtful, so final