it was quiet today in my head
the voices had nothing to say
all the feelings of self-doubt and dread
seemed to vanish and faded away
left me thinking about things I'd forgotten
the ones all the noise had drowned out
pretty soon everything that I thought
came flooding through like an unclogged down spout
things I'd said or had been said to me
bringing smiles and an ocean of tears
the ones I let go of and casually set free
bridges still burning after all of these years
and I thought, this is not what I thought it would be
I expected so much more from my life
I decided that the problem had to be me
and began carving at me with a knife
cutting away what seemed so obvious now
those things pushing the others away
things I had completely disavowed
leading my emotions astray
until all that remained was this smile
the one that reassures you - I'm fine
the one that bewitches and beguiles
the one I have used all this time
In the silence, I soon missed the voices
chaotically keeping the quiet at bay
keeping me from feeling all my choices
originating this internal melee
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Comments (5)
Hmmm, this was so deep. Hope you're okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Wonderful poem...your poems always reach the soul
Silence can be maddening, even more so than the voices & all the din preceding it.
We write in direct opposites today, how alluring to read this great piece after submission today, we’re in tune my friend, great job 😊
Great introspection of self.