On and on and on and on and on and on
I listen, praising myself internally
For remembering to keep my mouth shut
How smoother these cogs turn
By the grease of my silence
.
April 27, 2025
Some love we vocalize daily, if we are wise
Understanding our fortune
Knowing how easily it could be lost
Knowing it must someday end
…
The quieter I become
The further I withdraw
Fading from my own view
…
The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…
Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard
Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark
I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here
This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing
Carrying silence like it’s my birthright
…
In this stillness
I choose to imagine myself
…
Words queued for release
Fatigue conquers expression
Return underground
I listen
I listen
I listen
I offer nothing
I take
I take
I take
I absorb little
I return nothing
I keep the gates closed
And must be satisfied with not drowning myself
November 19, 2024
How many poems
Celebrating are to come
In days that remain
Hoping to connect
Just hearing those around me
I remain silent