The silence that sometimes speaks;
what am I not hearing, what did I miss.
The silence that is so loud. Is it me .
am I so proud. or do I need to silence the crowd.
The silence am not sure. Whether to hear. or to ignore.
sometimes I wonder if there is something more.
The silence that sometimes hurts. It sometimes wounds.
It sometimes excludes and other times it secludes.
The silence that seems to extend though.
I try to fold it, it doesn’t seem to bend.
The silence that seems to break.
It leaves my heart with little aches.
The silence that appears to ignore my disappoint.
To speak to me, it doesn’t seem to want to appoint.
The silence I need a break from then show me what.
I still seek and give my hope to the silence so loud.
