Mute
Suddenly I have become mute. Everything that I once spoken now has no voice. Pain fills my body entirely, as the heaviness flows into the bottom of my soul. You told me you love me, that you would never leave me. But as soon as things become hard you back off. When they become harder, you leave me without a word. Words to me now, are meaningless. I don't consider myself an object. I am a result to what followed behind those words.
You should have tried harder is what my mind says. You did more than you know is what my heart said. I'm screaming badly from inside, louder and louder, but with this muteness inside me, no one can hear. Darkness sets in, and I close my eyes to see if any light will deem itself. Nothing happens. Darkness remains still there, gaining more strength to take over my life. Trust you, I did that for what seems like an eternity. Where did that get me? To a back road no one even travels down, it's endless; muting my voice, making everything seem long and drawn out, is what you wanted. I had no voice in this. You played the drums, while I got beaten upon.
Where has all the power and self love for each other landed? Do I even want to know how you remained untouched, from this multitude of mutation? I've fallen weak and I'm still holding on to my silence. Deep breaths, I have to take this all in; my future is now my past, my hope is now my pain, and us is now me. Water fills my eyes, streams start to fall upon my face, but still I remain mute. I remain silent through everything, this is too much. I loved you through it all; I stood up for you even when the world stood against you. I put faith in the unseen. You are who you are, because I stood on the edges for you when you were weak and couldn't stand for yourself.
Love, is this how it flows with boldness and barriers, so far beyond that I can't experience it or even control how its given to me. Ten thousand years will pass and my love will never stop being love. My mutes will never stop being uttered, because I did what I had to and kept going when you gave in. I am who I always was, even when you were to busy shunning me instead of listening.
I'm still holding on, to the faith that two will become one. Maybe not in this life because silence holds the keys to gods entirety, and we hold the key to each others peace; All you have to do is find it and open it up. This time hear me, All of me. My voice is worth a thousand words, but my soul is worth forever, because forever means never ending. Until then, until you hear me, I remain mute.
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Mute Voices: Spoken Word
PoetryEven an unheard voice, has a story. And the story of the mute, holds the passion of a spoken word writer. A collection of poetry, that holds a powerful voice. #52 Spoken Word 7/4/2021