Silence

I can hear my own thoughts in this silence
I hear the words in my head, on the screen, as I write this
I feel the air thick with wind as a chill whistles through an opening in my window
It carries the remains of your voice, that gave me no choice
So I ask it what I really need to know...tell me baby, where did all the sound go?

Its lonely when the songs wont play and instruments lay silent
Its hard to be patient and passive when you become so violent
I turn a deaf ear but you have taken away the one thing that would make things new
...each and every day when you would simply say...I love you

You said that I spoke to much, and yet I have always bit my tongue
I've held my breathe when I could have become undone
You were to blind to see that there was silence beneath my constant words
As I held back the ones that could have truly hurt
I released the words of love and of guidance
When I could have spoken words that speak and lead to more hatred and violence

I chose to lift you up instead of put you down
I could have easily frowned and crushed your spirits to the ground
I could call you names and turn away
Instead I still use my choice, to use my voice to try and make things new
...each and every day, as I simply say...I will always love you



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2009-01-31 at 23:28

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Doreen Cavazza
Very well done. This is one that I'm sure each and every one of us can relate to. It resonates for me. This is so heart felt and honest.
2009-09-13


Purple Phoenix
This is just beautiful, if only all took so much diligence and patience in relationships, many would last a lot longer. So well expressed, well done.
2009-02-01


kgirard
beautifully written and i can definitely relate.
good work
2009-02-01



I really enjoyed this silence. One thought did strike me! metaphorically of streaking! If you love her, there is no chance that you would have found the right words to cut her down. It is that difficult to hurt the ones we truly love. Of course anger can get the better of us and thats where we make the choice to either let it or not. I try to write a poem or do housework, anger is a powerful driving force, if we harness it in a good way, its win win.

there were a couple of typO too's in this fine expression from your obviously loved up soul. Smiling at you, Tai
2009-02-01