Tears not quite threatening to form,
I was distraught,
Beyond words.
Noise drowned my mind so I could only express it through silence.
Silence.
Smiling,
"It'll be okay," they said to me.
They said to me,
And said to me.
Until I could breathe.
Through lungs no longer choked by doubt.
Doubt.
It had been doubt and something more that filled my mind and silenced me.
But they said to me
And said to me.
"It'll be okay," they said to me
YOU ARE READING
Because She Lived
Poetry"To me, poetry speaks from tortured soul to tortured soul. As they connect heart to heart and make amends of stolen wishes and broken dreams.." -MJ Copyright © 2017 Marlee John. All Rights Reserved
