September 12, 2012

• the Silence within

  silent fears

  silent screams

  silent tears

  silent, but existing..

  Unheard, unexposed, unknown

  till now

  

  so with a sharpened blade

  i cut open those wounds

  i opened my eyes

  watched as my scratch

  became a large laceration

  my wound open, exposed, raw

  my life force spilling out of me

  its like opening the flood gates

  what's past is

  now present

  its all pouring back to me

  wanting to remove the silence

  i want to scream ~ but i haven't the voice

  or the strength ~ i feel so weak

  i want to release, to cry ~ but i can't allow it

  to release would be to crumble

  who would be there ~ who is here

  the silence echo's

  the only sounds are that of my shallow breathing

  and the gentle rythm of my slowing heart beat

  whispered in silence, yet begging to be heard

  "I'm dying inside, and no one knows it or sees it but me"

  

  looking around in silence

  I feel ~ no arms to hold me

  I have ~ no hand to hold

  I hear ~ no reassuring voice

  I have ~ no comfort to feel

  just me, alone, in my chair

  as always, familiar, predictable, stagnant life

  

  it's here, my constant companion: fear
  my constant truth: being alone

   

  fingertips touching the screen ~ softly i caress your face

  wake me up inside

   

  • 3:45 pm
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