Haunted by the sound of silence.
The words catch in my throat
as though they’re razor blades;
Slowly choking my airway,
Slitting through my veins, my
neural pathways as they crawl
all through my brain.
My thoughts cannot escape –
they cannot penetrate past the fleshy bars
of this cage I’ve made inside my mind;
these layers of mental scars
that line my brain,
my body and my heart.
So I strain to find a way
to liberate my mind from silence;
To emancipate my pain by finding someone
who will listen – truly listen –
to what I have to say…
Though it seems a waste of time,
For I find that, not matter what I say –
however I elaborate –
when all is said and done
it’s up to me alone to brave
what is to come.
And so I’m done.
I’ve nothing left to say, and
nothing left to prove, because
there’s no longer any use
in trying to authenticate
what I’ve been through.
So I’ll carry on alone,
I’ll rely on my own resilience
and swallow up this silence, as
I draw my strength from defiance
and there’s more trying times ahead.
(Inspired by #DarkLines prompt ‘Choking On Silence’)