I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak. Talk about the epiphany that reminded you of how sweet the sound of silence feels. Talk about how I crippled you every time I jumped onto a wagon that drove in the opposite direction of self and joy. I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak about the love you lost over my denial of truth and about every poem you wrote as an ode to what could have been that I threw into the sea. Should I grow silent dear soul, will you speak?Speak of what you have forever held peace of every unheard knock on your confidant's door after you lost to her in a crooked game of chess.I have been everything but kind to you. There are so many times I turned a blind eye walking around in circles when you waved at me through the window at an exit to the left. Speak about the fire in your eyes that the cold of my tongue blew out. Life is an unfair game of chess & your king is trapped, check & mate. I grow silent dear soul you speak of every time I silenced your epiphany and of how a stubborn warm flame burns slow in an ice-cold heart.
- yuva
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Heartache & Hope
PoetryA compilation of the experiences I encountered and the emotions I felt on my journey to heal from heartache I the purest vessel of art and expression: poetry.
