Divided Unity

when.

what does it say about you when silence is the only language you can speak?

when your issues can't be told to the ones you trust with your very life, not even your own family, none of your friends, not even strangers or the people who consider you like a child of their own;

when you can't even bring yourself to say a word to the person who might be to blame, knowing there's no way to put it into words in the first place;

when your own cryptic prose evades your own train of thought and soon anything you string together is fragments of the lexicon dutifully placed on a canvas;

when the guilt of that silence does nothing but prolong it, spiraling into a hurricane within minutes of thinking of it;

when the people you know full well you can trust are the only people you vow that you'd never tell;

when you ask yourself if you're overreacting until you remember why you even react in the first place;

when you long for acting in vengeance but refuse to become what you swore you never would;

when the world around you stops making sense, and there's no one in that silence but you.

the only words that answer those questions are silence.

they prod on for more than a sigh and averted gaze.

instead they are met by tears.

what does that say about you?

does it say anything at all?

or does it prove your old beliefs that were barely proven false for eight hundred days?