Silence is louder than words
Non articulation is like a labyrinth
Quest to scratch and uncover
What lies beneath
Becomes futile assertion
And unfolds itself
In gradual desertion
A repulsion to crack open
Restrain to let go of what is broken
Holding tight shredded pieces
With an intent to resurrect
Even though it pricks, bleeds and pains
And the heart discerns pointlessness
A hope, a desire, perhaps
That ceases to untangle the knot
Dawdling act to break the cord
A conversation intentionally ignored
To safeguard deepest emotions
That is best when buried deep
And are not open for exploration
But, do they rest in peace
Or, rather are in many pieces
Is a question to be asked
The weight of unspoken truths
Pressures the heart
The frayed but fragile cord
Flickers still in darkest night
But, in silence
It is hard to dream
Of mending what's broken
Of healing the pain
Of finding solace in love's refrain
