WAVES: A Book of Poems

WATERFALLS

My eyes don't want to do this anymore,

You know, that thing—

When they scream, because my lips cannot,

Through tiny drops of water that stream down my face on each side.

There are times when it gets so quiet,

that I can hear the echoes of my own heartbeat—

I can feel the pulsing of the blood through my veins.

And then there are times, like these,

When even the piercing screams I wish I could emanate

Couldn't even drown out the drumming of my heart against it's cage.

I'm like a heartbeat.

You take my noise for granted until I stop—

Until I go silent. If I went silent,

Then and only then would you believe something to be wrong.

But it would already be too late.

So when I try to beat against this invisible cage

With words induced by adrenaline,

And stifled anger,

Do not dismiss my noise.

I can be silent.