It is only my silence that speaks.
It speaks, through doors that were never slammed,
through feet, never stomped.
It speaks, through words, left unsaid,
through a river of tears which were never shed.
It speaks, through my closed eyes,
safely hiding my anger and pain,
Until not a single spark remains,
and once again, a gentle smile graces my face.
It is only my silence that speaks,
but silence is never heard.
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Songs of Silence
PoetryReading a poem touches something in us. Something far deeper than the loud, fickle mind, which quickly hates or applauds and then forgets. It touches the very soul of our being, that silent part of us, that can truly feel, without judgement or opini...
